Post by Sadiha on Jan 3, 2010 18:17:27 GMT -5
Ok. so. This poem is dedicated to my lovable German Sheperd. He frequently sleeps in my bed because I'm awesome like that 
lol jk. It's small so..yeah. Enjoy Doggy Dreams. -If it's crap...I know lol-
I lay awake a night. Cuddled under the heavy quilt, snuggled and warm.
Eyes resting as deep slumber eluded me. And as I get ready to plunge into said slumber, what is it that I hear?
What is that sorrow filled noise? A whimper in the night, a cry of pain?
I shift my body on my warm bed, raising my head to confront the strange noises in my head. What do I find?
Beside me, lay a dog. A dog that has fallen asleep in my arms, dreaming dreams only a canine would know. I wish I could make his whimpers stop, with a hug, with a pat, anything to ease his mind.
I wonder what dog's worry about when it's time to rest the night away. What do they think about when the darkness is not at bay.
With a gentle squeeze, and a murmur of good-night, I try to dream my own night terrors, so that maybe I could be with him, and share together the adventure of a nightmare.
lol jk. It's small so..yeah. Enjoy Doggy Dreams. -If it's crap...I know lol----
I lay awake a night. Cuddled under the heavy quilt, snuggled and warm.
Eyes resting as deep slumber eluded me. And as I get ready to plunge into said slumber, what is it that I hear?
What is that sorrow filled noise? A whimper in the night, a cry of pain?
I shift my body on my warm bed, raising my head to confront the strange noises in my head. What do I find?
Beside me, lay a dog. A dog that has fallen asleep in my arms, dreaming dreams only a canine would know. I wish I could make his whimpers stop, with a hug, with a pat, anything to ease his mind.
I wonder what dog's worry about when it's time to rest the night away. What do they think about when the darkness is not at bay.
With a gentle squeeze, and a murmur of good-night, I try to dream my own night terrors, so that maybe I could be with him, and share together the adventure of a nightmare.