Le Poeme
Le Poeme
Friday, May 4, 2012
leaving the house
we walk out the front door and don't stop to listen
as we stroll down the street, a little black dog has settled
into her bed silently then snoring lightly, her legs
twitching as she chases rabbits and nips at puppies
that venture too close.
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