DOG You tell me to live with mindfulness: With the same awareness that flowers Are known to show, to the buzz of Wings just before the bee sits on them. Though I’m no flower. At my best, Human. Like you. At worst and in Your presence, certainly an animal. Eager, And waiting. At the door. Following Behind, catching what lovely jet of Sunshine you leave on the path. Love’s Slow mindful steps, like the laboured Breath of a faithful old dog Trying hard to catch up with its master