My Dogs and Me

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Deep in the forest,

my house would be,

windows and doorway

carved in a tree,

with room for

my rescue dogs and me:

a fire, a teapot,

a cozy bed,

enough room for us

to lay our heads.

Plenty space for us all

if we curled up tight,

nose to tail

all through the night.

All day they would run 

through the forest trails,

barking and singing

their sheer delight.

At the end of the path,

we'd come to the sea,

every morning and night,

my dogs and me,

to watch the sun

go up and down.

We'd buy bones when we

went to Town.

When we were back home 

fed and warm,

heads tucked on paws,

and safe from harm,

rain patter on salal,

all wet and gleaming,

would send us off to sleep

and set us dreaming.