The groomed dog lies
Clean upon my sofa,
Resting,
His reward.
Resisted he
The urge to flee
Or bite the handler
While the groomer
Plied over the sopping ****
Clipped the carpet-ripping nails,
Coiffed and primped him
Head to tail.
Waking,
He nuzzles me
With a brown-eyed stare,
Sidling close to my old brown chair.
This canine friend,
Just a dog in mien,
Communicates his needs,
Comforts me in loneliness,
Amuses me with dog-face grin,
Reads and responds
To the state that I'm in.
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 1:45 PM UTC
The groomed dog lies
Clean upon my sofa,
Resting,
His reward.
Resisted he
The urge to flee
Or bite the handler
While the groomer
Plied over the sopping ****
Clipped the carpet-ripping nails,
Coiffed and primped him
Head to tail.
Waking,
He nuzzles me
With a brown-eyed stare,
Sidling close to my old brown chair.
This canine friend,
Just a dog in mien,
Communicates his needs,
Comforts me in loneliness,
Amuses me with dog-face grin,
Reads and responds
To the state that I'm in.
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