I'm not sure what has happened, but the dog
Who lived upstairs, whose fam'ly fell apart,
Is back. Some sort of canine epilogue
Is playing out -- tonight the dog will start
His baying, broken-hearted, at the door.
His owners, and the furniture, are gone.
His simple love may still be hoping for
The husband and the wife who can't go on.
The cat is now a puzzle. He's not here.
I liked him, though I found him insincere.


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inqusitive, such a poetic response, and in form too.
respect to both of you.
Rated with hugs
All these sub-plots, or threads. I feel like I'm involved in a drama ( not a soap ...) and want to offer advice.
Let the dog in. The cat will come back, and all will be well.
Cats aren't insincere, db, just very good at what they have to do.
We are not so far apart, we varied species.
Rated for hope undying.
I'm going to catch up with the comments on the next post, but in case any of you peek back here,
thank you
thank you
thank you.