My @3zabuton@1 doubles as a dog bed. Rose sleeps there, full to the fur with @3mu.@1 Glanced in on a moonlit night; her slight white figure coiled on the green cushion, shaking with quail dreams. Sensing me, an eye opens, single tail-wag. Back to sleep. When she's awake, she's so awake I'm ashamed of my own warm water dance, my sitting too long at the fire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HONEY DRIPPER by CLARENCE MAJOR DEJECTION by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES TO IMAGINATION (2) by EMILY JANE BRONTE BATTLE OF THE BALTIC by THOMAS CAMPBELL SIR JOHN FRANKLIN; ON THE CENTOTAPH IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by ALFRED TENNYSON |