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May 2010
Returning from the day
I reach the front door
Before I turn, I hear the scamper
Excitement on 4 legs...jumping...squeaking
Entering, looking for family
Are they home, do they care?
All wrapped up in their world
Growing, changing, on their own
Love is there, but scattered, sporadic
All but that of the the fuzzy one
The one who can only know the present
Does not worry for the future
Nor regret the past and
Asks for nothing but my love
Now, in the moment, in this moment
So happy, so joyful, so free
Copyright 2010 Paul Dickinson
Paul Dickinson
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