A Dogs Communication. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A paw goes up, a gentle plea,
While words flow out from you to me.

'Pet me now! ' it might proclaim,
Or whisper soft, 'I feel the same.'

A touch of love, a happy sign,
Or maybe doubt, a worried whine.

Perhaps a game, a joyful leap,
Or instinct strong, secrets to keep.

Is tail a-wag, is ear perked high?
Are eyes so bright, they touch the sky?

Or tense and still, a worried glance?
The paw's a clue, a hopeful chance.

To read the heart behind the fur,
And know for sure what means that stir.

Tor M. Solvang