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Dec 12, 2024
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Cold Wet Noses
Sometimes I write about my exes.
Often times about birds, water and boats too.
I've imagined a dead spider’s final thoughts
(still a little melancholy about that one).
And definitely a few verses about yesterdays.
Today though, while I lay on my back
in our yard, more reporting on dogs seemed in the fore.
Our two curious canines wanted to investigate while I lie there.
I was reminded again, their cold, wet noses probing,
they know about kindness as they settled about me,
letting me know they were ready to help, if needed.
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
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Comments
Geezer
7 months 1 week ago
Yes...
the cold, wet nose of man's best friend. I remember, a cold, wet nose alongside of my feverish forehead, as I lie on the couch in the throes of battle with the latest flu going around. The warmth of her breath, the smell of dirt and fur. Friendship at its best. Thank you for bringing those memories to me. Not sure that anything I could or would change would make this better.
~ Geez.
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Lavender
7 months 1 week ago
Cold Wet Noses
Hello, Michael,
Always enjoy reading your tributes to your best buddies. Unconditional love.
Thank you!
L
(And the thought about the spider is endearing!)