I wake
to feel you lying
stretched along
the length of me.
I reach out my hand
and find not flesh
but fur.
You have been replaced
by canine devotion.
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This is an interesting example of ‘living poetry.’ People ask how I can come up with a poem every day, and I say I see them everywhere. This morning, completely dazed with sleep, this happened, I muzzily composed this poem as I reflected on the surprise, and then fell back to sleep. When I finally got up, there it was, ready to share.
Shawn L. Bird 
damn, that’s cold haha, I like this
😉
This morning my cup of tea
was spilt by the enthusiasm
of a small black dog
writhing with joy
at the touch of my hand…
…well perhaps he’s not so small any more…
Thanks Shawn. You’re right 🙂
🙂
They do writhe with their joy, don’t they?
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“People ask how I can come up with a poem every day, and I say I see them everywhere.”
I love it. It is absolutely beautiful.
Thank you.
Daw. I love this. :3
Thanks, Megan.
I get more Feline devotion and admiration however unlike my Man-Friend the cats do not snore! But it would be more fun to spend more time with him. One day! LOL!!
lol
I compose poems in my sleep/semi-sleep too. Trouble is, when I wake-up they seem to evaporate & when I try to scribble them down, they just don’t ‘feel’ the same.
I’ve been lucky recently.
Sometimes I lose them, but quite often they return.
I resonate with this except rather than stretched along the length of me is usually more like wound around my feet in a ball of fluff! You guessed it – feline devotion! And there’s the wet nose that pokes in your face – that’s the canine bit although the devotion from me to her dies at that moment! lol! 🙂
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Since I’m allergic to cats, I would be the one dying, as my breath was choked out of me, if I was an object of feline devotion.
Shawn, podunk poetry is restless around.
I help not but birdy make sound.
Silly, willy, nilly, billy
high atop cold hilly.
Good dog, not dead dog
Lie like log.
You inspired this. Thank you.
Um.
Thanks.
Sorry, it’s this….
🙂