Companion by Rick MobbsThe dog got out again last night,

running the woods under a moon

scantily veiled by thin black branches.

 

Today we cleared the fence line,

chopping through thick green grass and

vines of midsummer growth.

 

Down in one corner, the dog

had spun a nest from bent grass—

woven like a blanket.

 

The breeze slides through the tangled bed

of sweet summer scents, stirring deep longing

and a wish to run tonight with the dog.

 

Pamela Olson

 

Image is “Companion” by Rick Mobbs

at Mine Enemy Grows Older

 

 

 

 

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