The First Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

of the dog days....
we flop, roll...stretch....
let out a softly-snorted wheeze-sigh-grunt, complete with lip-ruffling..
(you think it must tickle....would if you were to do it.) ..
we lick our lips..settle our muzzles into a comfortable hang-slack....
we allover flatten.....
our dreams are not of running...just of a belly-dip in the pool at the crossroads....maybe....
another sigh....our rhythms slowed to just the necessary....
try it..
.we'd love to share this with you...
lie down, there's a good human.......