Relief softens his form as
he flattens himself on the floor,
nose resting at my heel.
Paws subtly flex and curl.
Tension flows into the grain of the oak.
Five hours of fear, chain link and concrete,
and the sting of being ignored.
His eyes close. He is happy.
Now in my kitchen with his ear flap
smooth against the cool wood
his broad nose blows small puffs
of warmth at my heel. He relaxes.
How easy it is to give comfort.
How lucky when kindness is simple.
This one just wanting release
from the hurt of confinement
and my foot close by.