1) The dog appears sad this evening
lying by the fire, lickingt its paws,
as I read from the Trial, listening to Dylan,
wondering of you, and where you are,
as the night becomes heavy with blustery snow.
2) Shadows sleep in dreams,
as sparrows settle in.
The sun it drizzles twilight,
as robins flight to where?
Quiet is the house.
Napping is the cat.
It’s all a metered living,
as you stroll on through the door.
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