This red couch belongs to the dog
Where he winks in the morning sun
Running yellow over his ridgey fur whorls
running yellow over his dreams
there every rabbit is for catching
the rivers for swimming
the pants from his tongue
and lollops of his ears
he is running through piles of yellow sleep
Knowing the red cushions we thought were ours
Are waiting for his return.
May I copy this and send it to my sister in law who so much loves her dogs? ....
ReplyDeleteOf course! I am much flattered!
DeleteGorgeous. XXX
ReplyDeleteLiving with a dogge I espcially like the timing and placement of - Knowing the red cushions we thought were ours.
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