A Patch of Sun

I am a honey colored dog
and my friend says nothing
is as sweet as me.
I like to sleep in soft
places and I like my freedom
in the afternoon
to find the sun as it passes
looking here and there
to find me. But I don't go
far. I look back from the sunbeam
I find in a patch of grass.
How I can not be afraid
he might leave?

by Tasha