Posted in Dogs, Poetry, Prose

The Dog, Sighed

The dog sighed
while the birds
both waiting
the waiting game,
The endless hope
that someone, somewhere
would turn off
the PC, and turn
to the really important
things in life
like walking
and bird food,
Just not necessarily
in that order, depending
on who you



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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