



The Hound
Life the hound
Equivocal
Comes at a bound
Either to rend me
Or to befriend me.
I cannot tell
The hound's intent
Till he has sprung
At my bare hand
With teeth or tongue.
Meanwhile I stand
And wait the event.
Robert Francis
It's been a peaceful and productive day.

2 comments:
My favorite uses for wooden boxes:
-holding photos of people I haven't seen in 10 years.
-humidor in preparation for that little pink plus
-saving love notes from the people before Sam
-half-used crayon coffin
-movie stub saver
-rose petals
-saving a picture of me with a little recording that says "we all love you abbie!"
xoxov
ps: keep the photos and songs and poems coming
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