I watch close
The face of a sleeping dog,
Its eyes crescent moons
In those times blissful
When sleep runs it down
In respiteful shelter
From fleas
Hot concrete
And from men!
I wonder
What comes in its dreams,
A rusted bone
Loving eyes
Caressing hands
Or the pain
Suffered in the hands of men!
you always come up with themes which noone else can think of..... good one.... sir, please read my poems and tell me how are those. thanks
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It is fun to watch a dog asleep! Occasionally it will be twitching its jaws and arching its eyes! It may be dreaming of rodents and thieves trying to trespass its master's boundary! Ocasionally it may have the bliss of devouring a piece of crunchy bone! A cute little poem!