Mutt
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Into my lap, he has jumped without warning,
ignoring a frown on my face
I've put down my cup, and the trace of annoyance
I've succumbed to this daily request
His coat is soft as a downy white pillow
and I watch as a fine thread is shed
High into the air, it gleams against lamp light
and it rises, then circles my head
He is pleading with eyes for the exquisite fondle
to exceed his allotted time
He is warming my lap, and I feel his heart beating
with adoration akin to mine
I'm caught in a cloud of an exquisite silence
Lost in reflection's caress
What is this small connection I've grown to regard
as part of the meaning of bliss?
For one moment in time, I've forgotten our species
no reminder of any lines crossed
He is loved,... so am I, we are two on a mission
Who am I, who had said, "I am not fond of lap-dogs"
"I'm more drawn to the much larger kind" ?
I must take back my words. I would miss the return
of such love and affection
the kind of connection that mends all the ills of the world
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Submitted for Skat's Contest: EASY
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2016
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