She counts her beloved's pills
into the pill box precisely,
sighs, sets pill box on counter,
lifts her eyes and sees the dogs,
tiny, black and white, awake on couch.
She crosses the room in a bound,
light on feet, eyes suddenly laughing,
She drops to her knees and croons
to the dogs, voice rises and falls,
sounds all of sixteen, hands lightly
carress, weariness retreats as
the love of two little dogs refreshes.