Long way home

We moved up the mountain. The height matched the vertical. The trail was rocky, rolling under my shoes.

You kept up with us. Your little, old paws padding through. Tongue hung out and a grin on your face.

Back at camp, everyone is exhausted. And you made it all the way. So tired is your body, splayed out on the bed. But so happy are the dreams dancing in your head.

Good Boy

There you sit on the deck,
paws so elegantly crossed.
Head held high,
observing your lot.
The breeze brings a scent
that distracts you
for but a second.
Ears perked tall,
the sound of a door
closing in the hall.
But funny you missed
the squirrel on the fence.
The warm sun
was just too much,
as your snout tipped down
and sweet sleep you found.