tabby in the high window
the motif
for my everyday
she glances down
away
lanky Sylvester,
Irish Wolfhound,
knows our language well
checks the mail
the poet and the dancer
bike it to the local
their rescue greyhound
lopes beside
our goldfish
named with hope
buried at the front door
dreadlocked neighbour
mob of pitbulls
rumble up the lane
the smiling librarian
and good old Monty
on their morning walk
she carrying a plate
to catch his specimen
(always too late)
the bevy of curly oodles
outside the fish and chip shop
Rodger
like a Hound of the Baskervilles
booming over his back fence
the reclining bike rider
Labrador licking her face
the rat on our doorhandle
catching moths
funny :)
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