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in cold brisk air,
brilliant silver moon competing with the street light,
stars only visible in the dark at the end of the driveway.
Are the dogs there?
I don't hear anything?
Oh...yes the familiar cry of
one - no - two.
They're both here - my darling grand-dogs!
The late night silence of the neighbourhood
shatters with an effusive and noisy greeting
from my two wonderful, big black granddogs.
One with blue eyes shining and the other with brown.
It is so good to be greeted by my two old friends.
A dog biscuit each, with
more pets, loves and a run outside.
Back inside,
curled up on their mats,
the house is quiet once more.
‘Grandma’ is curled in her own bed.
p.s. My amazing sons will be here this weekend too.
"There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face."
~ Ben Williams
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