The Old Dog

Form: Common Octave

Old wooden steps climb to your door
Where I sat that warm day
As you came down, eyes just awake
My feet rest in your way
Slightly apart on the hall floor
Until you whisper and say
You daft bugger, give me a break
It’s too early to play
Photo by Julen Garces on Pexels.com

©JGFarmer2020

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