There is no better way to know us,
Than as two wolves, come separately to a wood.
Now neither's able to sleep-even at a distance
Distracted by the soft competing pulse
Of the other;
Neither can make die
The painful burning of the coal in its heart
Till the other's body and the whole wood are its own.
Then it might sob contentment toward the moon.
Speakin of dogs, this sign confronted me at home recently. I was nearly scared to go inside.
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