Where the Light Gets In

By DHThomas

Walkies

Walking my master
I trot, fast --
But he follows on

I know a dog's not supposed to trot, but its gait made me think of a horse trotting. And after all, it's my poetry, and I choose that this dog trots! :-D

A good start to the week, despite a very rough night of waking up several times and not going back to sleep right away. I'll sleep better tonight.

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