- Tail wagging,
wrinkles flying,
bounding toward
the kitchen
new bone
sticky drool
laying in front of
the open door.
Chewing with a
view.
- I wipe my tears
of sadness away
and leave the tears
of joy streaming
down my face. Because
I know that she is
in a better place.
- The lake shimmers
as the lure hits
the surface. I slowly
reel in hoping that
a fish will fall for
my deception.
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