THE EARLY HOURS

A car thumps by, outside on the rain spattered road;
youngsters, I think and smile.
My dogs, snoring in ecstatic little grunts,
make this room smell of biscuits,
I don’t mind, it’s rather nice.
Beneath my fingers a conversation almost happens,
with a clever boy in London.
As you age, it is said,
you need less sleep.

They each have a perfectly good basket to sleep in, surely this can’t be too comfortable?

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44 thoughts on “THE EARLY HOURS

  1. Loved this – snapshot moments at the start of a day. The photo is quite amazing!

    Beneath my fingers a conversation almost happens,
    with a clever boy in London.

    …a teaser, that.

  2. I remember this poem but not that funny picture.

    Dogs have different ideas about comfort.

    I do love the poem and was glad to see it again.

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