Dr N and Dr B's pet

A dog
Has made my swing
His home

It is thin
And resembles a fox
That's why we call him, foxy

I feed him milk from a saucepan
Sometimes popcorn
Sometimes mango cheese cake

It tries to play with me
But weariness takes over

Eyes shut
In the middle of the summer heat

He listens to my scratched record
Of Monteverdi
And moves its tail in slow harmony