Prompt: Write a beyond poem

What a Dog Sees
~for Brody

You. Not your persona
or degrees, not the way
you looked at 10 years old
with your owl-shaped
glasses and buck teeth
unfashionably dressed
in hand-me-down plaid.
A black Lab will beat
his tail on the coffee table
for your attention, walk
to a box of chew toys, sink
his nose and mouth into the flimsy
cardboard, and one-by-one
drop Beanie Babies at your feet
as if offering a sacrifice
to a goddess. Because to him,
that is what you are.

~Pamela L. Taylor © 2013