Dog Bed

The mark
Of your teeth is still there,
On your old dog bed.
I walk in the park,
The dead
Leaves lie.

Hear the breeze
And pause by
You sniffed
‘Ere you where
Cold, and stiff.

Shadows on the grass
Mistook for an old friend.
All things pass,
However much we pretend
Otherwise. You closed your eyes,
And left your mark
Upon my heart

7 thoughts on “Dog Bed

    1. K Morris Poet Post author

      Trigger’s dog bed is rather old and tattered, however I don’t want to part with it as it has his imprint upon it. Thanks so mjuch for your comment, Vivienne. All the best to you. Kevin


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