The dog and the child lie curled
into one another, like a
double crescent moon.
Neither has enough space
to unfurl, so tight as a spring bud
they sleep.
The hair of the dog and the hair of the child
spill together like soft rivers—
the banks of their bodies
a shoreline for dreams to gently lap.
One chasing, the other being caught,
they tumble into the morning light
open-mouthed, exposed underbelly and grins. 
