Ebony  eyes. delve deep
into mine
urging, prodding,
pleading, pressing
to be fed
lap water from his bowl

For an open door
releasing him to the yard
to romp in the grass
chase a ball

Simple requests for a simple life.
No iPhone, no iPad, no internet
to snare him.
Connection comes with a tilt
of the head
through eyes
that window a soul
mirroring innocence.

Joy flits as a butterfly 
blossom to blossom 
showering loyalty and love
upon me.