I wrote this morning. Several hours. A good exercise. All crits and comments will be welcome.
OZ
Beagles’ breath I love now as I awake. Your wet tongue keenly laps my chin and brow. I know your love is true and full, not fake. You impart your joy and love to me now. The battles of the night have bled away. And my eyes can blink back to life once more. “Good girl!” in gravel tones aloud I say. Then lean up fast to grasp your furry maw. Best friend to me and I to you am proud. Even our soaring love as such must fail. As ruin will likely wrap you in a shroud. In pain of grief sorrowfully I’ll wail! Doing as I’ve done each time before death Has brought me to the fatal edge of doom I selfish, will seek to find one who’s breath Will kiss me to raise my heart from the gloom!
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