the three of us in bed

quietly

the dog comes up the stairs

on this frigid

night, he

leans

his head

over the side of the bed,

to look at me,

then hops onboard.

quickly

he finds me, and curls

against

my body

beneath the blanket.

nudging the cat

out of the way with his

long nose.

is it love?

is it the call of the wild

in him,

a primitive instinct,

the safety of the pack?

or is it none of that.

perhaps it's just

a nice

soft place to rest.