Missing Chris
Missing Chris
My little dog hides in high grass;
Her blackness crawls between iris stalks,
I spend my time spotting her,
That she not find her way away.
The fence is chain link, covered with ivy,
She hides even there, I worry.
Maxie is my friend, she comforts me.
Love to all, good night.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2020
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