

OUR FRIEND THE DOG 



a ray of the sun that covers 

 the threshold of the kitchen with 

 pearls. The earthenware pots are 

 amusing themselves by elbowing 

 and nudging one another on the 

 edge of the shelves trimmed with 

 paper lace-work. The copper 

 stewpans play at scattering spots 

 of light over the smooth white 

 walls. The motherly stove hums 

 a soft tune and dandles three 

 saucepans blissfully dancing; and, 

 from the little hole that lights up 

 its inside, defies the good dog 

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