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...
Going down and falling fast.
My village is restless with new comers.
Distilled combinations of worried eyes.
Thoughtless members of town hall.
They come from places I know of.
Leaving behind the like for better lives.
Bringing with them youthful disgrace.
Many more as years go by.