LITTLE DOGS RHAPSODY IN THE NIGHT (PERCY THREE) He puts his cheek against mine and makes small, expressive sounds. And when I'm awake, or awake enough he turns upside down, his four paws in the air and his eyes dark and fervent. Tell me you love me, he says. Tell me again. Could there be a sweeter arrangement? Over and over he gets to ask it. I get to tell.
Mary OliverYou must not ever stop being whimsical. And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life.
Mary OliverSomeone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.
Mary Oliver