Growl

I have learned love
here at the end of my life
from a little dog
who made of love an obsession.

Food, of course, could get her attention
and the daily walks
that she loved to take in the park.

It was her confession
that hands lightly touching her body
released all tension

and caused her to lie on her back
to receive affection
in the form of a belly rub.

Sometimes she sang with resolve
pure satisfaction,
but always would growl her love.