November dribbles - 1

She still looks round that corner
Behind me
Still waits though I mourn her.
She’ll find me
Some curious dawn where
I’m crying
And nudge me, forlorn fur
Abiding
In memory. I’ve torn her
From dreams
But she’s mourning me still
And each pup fills my
Longing to see her.

Giving thanks for dogs.

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