Someday Solace
My old dog dreams himself to sleep,
soft hair of muted gray,
soft breath in summer's day.
This thought of him I'll always keep
inside my slowing heart
and mind--set apart
for my last days, for when I weep.
Copyright © Carol Louise Moon | Year Posted 2021
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