Posted in Dogs, Life, Poetry, Prose

The Life of Said Dog

While pondering
the life of said dog,
the lack of intention
worries, wants,
the need for food,
and proper toys
the random cat,
the bird that flew,
sleep, and more sleep

I grew tired
of pondering said dog
and lay down beside him
while he dreamed of cats and balls
and fell asleep,
without a care in the world
lifting my head, only
when the food dish



My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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