Poem #437

blue dog lounges
in a resting grass field
flies fly around him
farm cat pounces on a rat
sun goes down
crickets sing their songs
and blue dog observes all
letting it all pass
like he exists outside it
but the sensation
of wind tickles his ears
farmer calls him inside
and he sleeps soundly
to go out tomorrow
and exist again

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