My wagging Shelties show what devotion is.
They kiss my hands. They romp. They leap
to greet me. They tell me when things are amiss.
When I massage them, their upturned eyes get deep.
My wagging Shelties show what devotion is.
These furry muzzles have memorized my touch.
They live in my shadow. Or wait for the moment of
my return. What better exemplars to watch
as they teach me the lineaments of love?
My wagging Shelties show what devotion is.