Little White Dog – My Weekly Poem 9/13/2021

My little white dog
curls up next to me
on our sun room couch;
warmth and morning coffee.

I let my mind wonder
and pick over the day,
I dream of far places
and things I might say.

The sun is not up,
the weather is not set,
It might be my best day
but it’s quiet as of yet.


This poem was posted for the previous week’s poetry prompt, Companions

Published by Vos - Poetry and Prose

IT Professional by day – Creative Muse by night

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