Black Dog

I sit in the green chair
On the porch.
I turn my face as your black muzzle
Slides into my cheek, as it always did.
Standing four-legged next to me, I ask you,
"How are you here? You're gone!"

For a few minutes longer, silently,
You simply keep your beak in my face,
And then just as silently
You are gone.

I know I am not yet awake,
But it was so nice to see you again.