Sitting on the couch with my two dogs
Cuddled with a book
Lost in history
Dreaming about loves at their height
Knowing that I am also in love
At its best
Feeling the intensity
Knowing all will eventually crash
Because all love ends
With lack of passion,
Mortality, or
Whim
But for now a good book
With a good story
On a stormy afternoon.

A big ugly rug lays on top of the old wood floors covering up the ancient dust from many years before

On that rug lays an old mutt dog with shaggy fur all knotted up from playing outside all day in the woods named Buster

He lays in the same exact spot every single day and night so much his fur and dirt outlines his domain where he stays inside

Just a foot behind that fur outlined spot where the old mutt dog lays on top of that big ugly rug that covers the ancient dust upon the old wood floors sits an old man on an outdated plaid reclining chair named Bob

Bob at the start of everyday and the end of every night enjoys sitting on his outdated plaid reclining chair with his feet up just behind his old mutt dog with shaggy fur all knotted up named Buster who is laying on his fur covered spot on the big ugly rug that covers the ancient dust upon the old wood floors
smoking his old wood pipe filled with Indian tobacco

That was until after many years of this exact same thing the old man Bob had to put his old wood pipe filled with Indian tobacco down from his old black lungs coming down with cancer

And shortly after that big ugly rug that covered the ancient dust upon the old wood floors where the old man named Bob sat on his old plaid reclining chair no longer had an old mutt dog with shaggy fur knotted named Buster sitting in front of him because he had to be put down and all that was there was an outline spot of fur for a reminder of a **** good dog and an old wooden pipe with no Indian tobacco

Yes,she talks to squirrels while admiring their acrobatics on a phone line above
Monarch butterflies land in her hand and visit awhile
It’s an Indian Summer and things go up and down daily
The autumnal rainbow is slowly beginning it’s spice rack color show
She likes her iPod tunes and private fitness time
An October walk in New York
Greeting and playing with every dog or puppy crossing her path

C@rainbowchaser2018

I've got a spot,
out there in the yard
It can sit, it can stay
But playing fetch is hard

I've got a spot,
where I like to spend my days
It takes naps in the sunshine
and together we laze

I've got a spot,
it can't run, it can't jog
But it's a very good spot
I think I'll call it Dog.

I'm thankful for my dog
because she gets excited
to head to the backyard
and chase a ball for a little while

It has been months
Since I have

Pet a brown dog
On the floor
Of a living room
That breathed
To the rush
Of chasing.

Felt its tongue
On my cheek -
Sticky with slobber.
Saw it lap at my cup
Of water.
Found it heavy
on my lap.

Came home
To a beating heart
Waiting for me,
What a thought!

It's been quiet
Quite a while.