Under a maple tree
the dog lies down,
Lolls his limp
Tongue, yawns,
Rests his long chin
Carefully between
Front paws;
Looks up, alert;
Chops, with heavy
Jaws, at a slow fly,
Blinks, rolls
On his side,
Sighs, closes
His eyes: sleeps
All afternoon
In his loose skin.
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A nice piece on man's most faithful friend. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
Your poem made me felt ill, YEE!
I always say YEE after a sentence, YEE!
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