My @3zabuton@1 doubles as a dog bed. Rose sleeps there, full to the fur with @3mu.@1 Glanced in on a moonlit night; her slight white figure coiled on the green cushion, shaking with quail dreams. Sensing me, an eye opens, single tail-wag. Back to sleep. When she's awake, she's so awake I'm ashamed of my own warm water dance, my sitting too long at the fire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PASSING BY by THOMAS FORD (1580-1648) THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS SUNDAY MORNING by WALLACE STEVENS HYMN TO THE NAIADS by MARK AKENSIDE MY PRAYER FOR TODAY by MAUD AKERS TO BARON DE STONNE WITH AIKIN'S ESSAYS ON SONG-WRITING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |