19. (seven lines)

19.

Beneath his eiderdown
dog huffs in sleep
the muffled bark of dreams.

Cats curl
boxed
no need of blankets
to dream like tigers.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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