Sunday poems - September 26, 2021
Foxy Dog
She licks my hand
begging for attention
then rests against my legs
The gray and white hair
declare her age
--an old dog
--a good dog
She gives me all
I give her food and walks
I get the better deal
By Cyn Bagley (c) 2021
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