Dog

I sit, staring at the dog

Trying to reduce it to mere verses

That will fill the lines of my page.

But the languid creature 

Won’t budge.

Food is the only thing 

That invigorates this maladroit mammal.

Great blobs of fat spill over all sides

Of its body,

Concealing it’s undiscovered beauty.

The animal sleeps on 

As a pool of drool congeals by his mouth.

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