#hmv
Brush in hand,
he works the canvas again,
colours deepening around the small dog’s frame.
The horn waits, bright at the rim,
and the dog leans toward it,
steady as breath before a word.
Nothing moves in the room
except the faint shift of his ears,
as though some quiet spark
might rise from the metal
and meet him halfway.
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Jan 19
Jan 19, 2026 at 7:50 PM UTC