The Ride(poem)
I feel the wind. Rush past my ears, into my nose. Though my fur. Everything moving, so fast, so quick, so fleeting. Intoxicating moments of time. Often cut shorter than I would like, The drive is done, my master and I, home.
Dingo (a poem dedicated to holiday pup)
He is there. He always cares. Making sure I'm fine. Always wanting to give, me the time. Loving my quirks, missing my flaws. Sometimes I wish he'd just, sink his claws, into me. Travel that distance, all those miles. Take me away, from this...