My sick little dog
Wiggles and bothers
Let's go out, out, out!
I take random pictures
Brooding.
What would I miss?
She sets the pace
Sniff, pause, backtrack
Dance.
A breeze plays with strands
Of a weeping willow.
A million hidden smells.
Today
For both of us
It is enough.
-ALA
March 21, 2016
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
My sick little dog
Wiggles and bothers
Let's go out, out, out!
I take random pictures
Brooding.
What would I miss?
She sets the pace
Sniff, pause, backtrack
Dance.
A breeze plays with strands
Of a weeping willow.
A million hidden smells.
Today
For both of us
It is enough.
-ALA
March 21, 2016
This is my first poem.