Monday, November 28, 2022

Oaked

 

The fluffy black fur dazzles.

He watches with half closed eyes

-Someone has come to hassle. 

This human race so unwise-

In lazy nonchalant way

the bushy broom-tail he wags. 

With a yawn the bear-face sways. 

Lo! Arise! The master swags. 

He is done with human-time. 

Waits for his partner in crime.


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