by Mary E. Lowd
March 9, 2021
Sleeping soundly,
Like a log,
This good dog,
Flies through skies,
Rich with clouds,
O’er stars and rainbows,
Their four paws bound,
Down to sleep they go,
Then like a superhero,
Up through dreams, they rise.
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From the book: Some Words Burn Brightly: An Illuminated Collection of Poetry
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