From the small dog’s blog.
Well, she’s still being weird
And she’s up half the night,
So we sit in the garden
Because stars are bright
And why shouldn’t we watch
As they twinkle and shine?
I don’t care what we’re doing
‘Cause this time is mine.
*
With her hands in my fur,
Or caressing my ears,
It’s this time of night
When we get to change gears,
I don’t need to guard her
Or be high altered…
Just snuggle up close
While the tension’s diverted.
By day we have unicorns
Over the fence,
All disguised as horses…
The undergrowth’s dense
To protect them from hunters,
So I’m on the case,
Of every intruder
Protecting the place.
*
The birds all fly in
And I chase them away,
‘Cause a garden of birdsong?
Who wants that all day?
She says that she likes it,
It’s fine by her choosing,
I say she needs quiet
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The Small Dog says thank you for sharing x
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He’s most welcome. 🙂 — Suzanne
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