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Beasts of Love

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oh-five-thirty

beasts of love escape my home

chasing dreams

marking time

steamed water transforms pulverized power beans in one machine,

while I feed another machine our dirty socks

listening to Rock, my big big baby

hundred and thirty pounds, almost eight years old

the Train, my loudest, strongest and most adoring pup

constant companion at my feet

Waffle and Maple round out the canine trio. Waff's tiny paws tippy tap on tile.

Waffle,as a word both noun and verb, I think, perhaps, maybe, I waffle. Waffle is my parents dog, and

Sweet, sweet, momma Maple, our Vermont puproams in and out, like gentle swaying of the breeze.

no favorites, each is adored

labored breathing, the train whistle, Rocky dreams of a walk

My barking trio announce the hour has come to leave pee mail and sniff some trees.

Now tails wave in the air

Revelry echoes as the big dog barks

My melcocho colored brother Waffle joins in, Maple waits.

Off we go

Mornings of joy, Newton's Cradle in knots

sweet summer morning

  my life with dogs
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