Hector

The dark shadow stretches out by the fire,
Comatose in the comforting heat,
Soaking in it like a warm bath,
Making thoughts of moving obsolete;
Snores deeply, twitches now and then,
Yawns lazily and goes to sleep again.
We talk and move around,
Go in and out the door,
He doesn’t stir, stays motionless,
Fast asleep on the floor.
Tiredly, he’ll stroll up for a cwtch,
Lift his paws high up on my lap
And slowly slide down as I stroke
Him gently on the side of his neck.
Hector the hound dog loves to sleep
Dark as coal and just as deep.

Copyright wordz2Go 25 December 2013

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