The light is just right
and my dog's gaze
is a pumpkin gaze
so orange almost a flame
head up and ears low
tail fluttering
his gaze asks
can we go now?
I look into the world
now bright but growing dim
yes I tell him
the day and season are at an end
we can go now
home
STRANGE SPANNERS being an accounting of strangeness of the warp and woof of my mind For those of you new here, think of this as 1/2 "Night Gallery" Our Motto: Nos somnium quisnam es futurus fatum quod insolitus tutus vos!
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