Gulliver Gimble Poems
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A Dogs Dream
Light and faint.
Legs are trembling.
What is my dog dreaming?
Running in the wind?
Humping a leg?
I hope its not mine!
His eyes are fluttering like butterfly wings.
Maybe a possum is in his food again.
Could be a bird at the feeder.
The dream comes and goes.
Is it the same or a progression?
I give him a quick nudge.
He wakes up looking at me.
It seems he is trying to say something.
What is it boy? Tell me......
Woof, Woof-means goodbye.
He does it three times.
Woof, Woof, Woof-means leave...
Thank You Roy
Classic shades cover your eyes.
So black you cannot see through them.
A very lonesome vibrato your voice sings.
Like a single wooper-will on a summers night.
A guitar strung over your neck, slowly played.
With great harmony and delicate notes of wisdom.
Timeless haunting beauty careesed by many.
The fans of Mr.Orbison would like to say; Thank You Roy.