Meditator

THE MEDITATOR

 Oh what joy it seems to me
Drinking an early morning tea.

While watching the sun rise across the Bay
Changing night into day.

My Maltese, lies stretched across my knees
Knows he's not here to play but me to please,

But, my time to meditate just went sour 
Oh God – What is the hour?

Not time to mediate
Just to contemplate.

Mistakes I've made and things I dread
How fast can I get back to bed?

One last thing so you don't get bit.
NOLI TANGERE CANEM MEAN. MORDIt !

It is what I wrote on his tag
So disregard those speedy wags.

Hope I spelled that right.
It means: "DON'T PAT MY DOG, HE BITES !"

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