Milo raises his head
when I turn on the lamp.
Hi, boy, I say, and he
makes that little squeak
in the back of his throat
I’ve learned means
he’s glad I’m home.
Milo doesn’t bark.
My daddy said
some people just
choose not to talk.
I always loved
that he said people
and not animals.
We don’t need words,
me and Milo.