Ottoman
Beneath my legs bridging from chair to ottoman
two little dogs tread in the tunnel my furniture
and legs make
Tails high go the passerby tickling my exposed shins
Waking from the brushing I stretch in my chair
and lift my feet from the ottoman
Two little dogs sit and stare as if I were sitting in their chair
Silly boys I yawn and ease back to slumber
legs stretched out and feet embedded in umber
shade of ottoman softness
I awaken again from tickled shins as two little dogs
scurry back and forth from hence to whence
bushy tails blushing my shins forcing a grin
I relinquish my prize
Sitting up with feet down
Two little dogs nestle in the comfort
of the soft old ottoman.
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