My Dog

My Dog

When i lay in bed
When i should be writing
Earning a crust
Instead of making friends with rats
You will sit at the side of my bed
And you won’t move until
I’m up and dressed.

Your brown eyes
Your long lashes
And giant paws

I sit by the side of the bed
And we chat
And you lick my hand
And then my face

A kiss from my dearest friend
First thing in the morning
Telling me to seize the day
What could be more gratifying

My dog Sam.

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