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Sit! Stay!

At this moment, I am stuck, I can not stand up, Thus I sit, Moored to this spot by a soft warm anchor Wrapped around my feet. . Stop running around, Take a moment. Sit! Stay! Ah big dog, You

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Tilt

Feeling tilted, I told my truth. A tilted head, & the movement of soft furred ears, Told me my tale was heard, Even if the nouns were lost in translation.

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Pug perfect

Like a perfect plume, a cinnamon bun, an Enzo of fur Perched on the bum of the perfect gentlemen pug, . What a beautiful tale to tell Of beautiful tail! Long may You wag!

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Refracted

Some days, Everything is rainbows… But only after rain. Memo to Self, Sparkle.

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Cat pause

I reach for the paper, I pick up the brush, dip it in ink… And there You are… Purring and playing. And I can think of nothing else.

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Hiding in plain site

I heard the calling cawing, And though i could not see You, I knew You were here.

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Torn earth

The cardinal came seeking a perch, But they had been all torn down. Nevertheless, He found a place to sit and swing, And helped me with the forgiveness thing. I have heard it said, To be forgiven is to be … Continue reading

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Date night

Out side the theatre, A committed pair are out for a stroll. Sometimes it is good to waddle along together, Even when you can fly.

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Swoop

V Driving in the van, An owl swoops across my windshield And up onto the power lines at the end of the street. . I sit at the stop sign, Heart pounding, Watching the owl, who seems nonplussed.

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Small joys

The floor was dancing with tiny toys, And bouncing happinesses Ricocheted around us all.

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