He sleeps in quiet slumber
wrinkly face leans left side
Like the old with a big number
Pitter patter, cooling rain outside.
Rib cage slowly rises
so slow no surprises
Until his ear did flicker
a fly lands on one whisker
One eye opens shutter
Housefly buzzing flutter
His jaw clamps lips ashudder
Yawns wide and seems to mutter.
The fly wakes his slumber
The mutt lifted, moved like lumber.
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