Black Dog at Night

jwhhobbs22
Jan 10, 2025
1 min read

Thunk thunk thunk

A spot of black in the gloom

Rustle of movement at night

But I smile and snort

Calling out

For the little Dachshund dog

Snuck in at night

Nothing to fear

For what simpler

Elusive and pleasant pleasure

Than the flow state of

Understanding something

Knowing there is no need to be afraid

And a simple connection with other animals?

All the best,

J.W.H. Hobbs.

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