Sunday, April 17, 2022

Day 17. Our Harry


Harry slept flat,

sprawled like a flokati rug

wafting black fluff with every sigh,

sending little doggy love letters

into the creases of our lives.


Slow, and steadfast,

his only flamboyance was his tail,

semaphoring satisfaction.


He preferred pizza to play,

resting to fetching

He was more pillow than playmate 

Doggy devotion embodied.


Prompt: Think about dogs you have known, seen, or heard about, and then use them as a springboard into wherever they take you.

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