217: A Safe Place to Land

We got another bed for the dog-

a living room bed, as opposed to the bedroom bed.

I know, I know, love is bonkers sometimes.

The new bed is tucked up against the wall,

a mound of blue cushion again a backdrop of brick.

She spins circles in it, thrusts her nose under the edges,

lays belly up, flops her ears over the side.

And I am delighted-

one part human, one part joy.

For I am starting to see,

that in this and all things;

my favorite gift to give

is a safe place to land.

Written by Sarah A. Speed // Writing the Good

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