by 94 members Volume 2 of "poetry...and the art of rhythmical composition, written or spoken, for exciting pleasure by beautiful, imaginative or elevated thoughts..."
I saw the sun set between my toes and the moon rise with just one eye while my mutt Daisy looked at me sideways and sighed like maybe she thinks I’m lazy and I thought, ****’t it’s a shame when a man’s dog makes him feel bad.
I find it odd that my old dog growwwls and lifts her ears when she hears a pine cone fall somewhere out there on my neighbor’s forty acres but pays no mind to the dogwood’s bark in the quiet of the night out in my front yard.