the premature waking of eight small paws
chasing wind, and your beautiful hands
adjusting your tie, as you look at me,
"what were we thinking?"
love, we wanted life
to cover our floor (even/ly
when we could not).
the awaited opening of the welcoming door
(followed by a precise dance:
your legs are for their paws
a mere hug, a conversation
of meows)
finally returning, and your exhausted hands
removing your suit, as you look at me,
"this is our family."
