Ode to Tofu

In the dimness of morning 

His face greets me.

As surely as dawn,

Together our days begin.

I set him onto the earth.

He pitter patters behind my gait,

Spirals into a swirl of black and white 

On the emerald velvet couch.

Like little bells

Kibble clinks against glass.

I brew coffee,

And he gazes at me.

He pees in the yard,

And I watch him.

Birds chirp,

And we listen.

Together,

We mosey our way to the sofa.

I kiss his face,

One or two or ten times.

He ambles in circles and with a huff

Huddles his restless body 

Against my thigh,

His breath raises his diaphragm 

Beneath my palm,

Needing closeness even in sleep.