Retrieve from Dream’s Deep

Early morning,

She still sleeps.

My Shepherd chases dream-sheep.

To my right,

Ol’ girl Labrador,

Retrieves from Dream’s Deep,

the rubber ball,

She thinks I threw.

Quiet morning coffee.

Hum of the heater,

I’m cold, but warmed,

To think of Her,

Beckoning return,

To Her downy Dreamland.

Defeated, I’ll join Her.

Resting to Renew.


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