Through The Eyes Of A Dog
Walking in the brisk windsnow crunching beneath my feet,
looking through the window,
nose pressed up against the window pane,
the sky is filled with pointy rain.
Please let me in,
so I can play,
warm by the fire
where I lay.
close to my master is where I'll stay.
Out from the cold,
it's too cold today.
Wagging my tail,
snuggled close by,
next to my master,
near his feet I will lie,
waiting for the next time that I go outside.
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