Your words are perfect spheres,
Like rain on fur,
Unable to permeate
My repellent pelt.
Mongrel-stubborn,
I shake them off.
The living-room carpet gets stained.
You've got to be bad to get good
Your words are perfect spheres,
Like rain on fur,
Unable to permeate
My repellent pelt.
Mongrel-stubborn,
I shake them off.
The living-room carpet gets stained.
You are love.
Easy acceptance
With a single look
Almost as warm
As your kind embrace.
You are pure joy.
Thank you,
Fluffy dog friend.
To the tiny dog who took the train,
I hope that you had a good day at work.
We all thank you for your fluffiness.
Cold girl sits outside
Watches small dogs in cafés
Writes beneath street lights
[15/02/19]