for wadley

by normal

lazy ole winter dog
laying there counting his days
counting his hours
lymph node cancer working its way thru
in the house of sobs, the ole boy is snoring
master & mistress passing by, shielding their tears
ole dog is yawning, paws & eyes opening & closing
winter storm at the window
lazy ole winter dog is secretly smiling
times are good
he’s finally won the war for milk bones,
as many as he wants,
no questions asked

late november 2021