I speak to my dog Alfie when I feel upset.
When I have a bad day he feels it to and comes up for a hug.
I sink my fingers in his warm coat of hair and he lies his head on my lap.
I tell him about school when I go down the street and have fun.
I tell him about the weekend when Logan comes to the house.
I tell him not to pee on the carpet but he does it anyway.
My heart is a soaring golden eagle swishing through the sky.
My life is a bird waiting for Alfie to notice.
Fraser M
