Thursday, January 2, 2014

In The Wee Hours

Stairs - too tricky now.
We stay together downstairs
On the sofa-bed

Like rough sandpaper
Her paw pads, pressed against me,
Warm upon my skin

She woofs quietly
I feel her muscles twitching
Chasing dream squirrels

Ancient, decrepit
Shedding, coughing, well-loved dog
Rest easy, Daisy.

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