As the sun trickles in through the window,
and the call of birds accent my ears,
I breathe in the promise that accompanies each sunrise.
My love next to me, looks tender and innocent,
as his luscious green eyes peek out into the day.
As I stretch my limbs out, a soft nose meets my hand.
The jingling of a collar begins, as her body
wiggles with excitement. Her people are awake.
I am hers. I am his.
They are mine.
I will gladly take this day.
This piece was published in Issue 8 of the University of Northern Iowa's campus magazine, Uprising, and on the Uprising Magazine website.
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