in the sunlight
He lays in the patch of sun light
Old bones and cloudy eyes
Feeling the warmth seep in
Sweetness is his gift shared
Tender heart unconditional
God spelt backwards
No coincidences in the spirit
Of that Spirit held to Love
Whatever you choose to call it
In the Universe of loyalty
He lays there shifting his bones
Seeking to find the sweet spot.
Giving a gaze of tender
With a fluff of tail wiggle
A puppy sigh and rest
My heart is big for this boy
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I love this poem about Dog, God spelled backwards! You have to truly know an animal to understand how much they give and how much you can love them. Your poem is beautiful, I understand!
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thanks Debbie. ya… exactly. xo
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