4.11.11 Dawg Dawns

The covers
up to my chin
so cozy am I tucked in.

The night
well past eve
     morning is coming

lids heavy
limbs languid
thoughts gliding this way and that

then crack

sharpness invades my keep
the damn dog is not asleep

out he must go
so up I must get
and this is the cost of having a pet.

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