Posted in 2017, poetry, Writing

The Dog

The dog is there snoring

happily when I fall asleep.

His fur is soft and warm,

and his presence scares

the bad dreams away.

But when I wake up he

has long since walked away

to either sleep somewhere else

or to begin a long day

of doing dog things.

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