"he was a mixture of gravity and waggery"


For he was an instrument for the children to learn benevolence upon.
For he listened to poems and love-talk.
For he was a mixture of gravity and waggery.
For we humans can seek self-destruction in ways he never dreamed of.
For his sadness though without words was understandable.
For he was from the tribe of Wolf.
For he loved me.


Dog Songs
Poems by Mary Oliver