The dogs sometime sleep together when it's cold, leaving empty the cushion closest to the glass door, icy there, lonely, separate. Together, they huddle for collective warmth, or to face off to see if the original squatter will give up his post. Perhaps it's fondness that brings them together, dog love, if dogs can love, pleasure in company, life companions. What does it say about the one second to the bed?© Poem Fix http://www.poemfix.com 2012
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