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.