Down beneath me
there a dog

on all four legs
a dog that begs,

 
 and begs for mercy
begs for joy
begs that i might see his ploy,

 

 a dog of bones
a dog that roams

down beneath me
moaning deeply.

 

             the soul of a  dog

 

 

Michael's Poems

Tired of the Apricots that come each year