love is quiet

seagulls glide

sail boats sail

remembered

puppies

chase

their

tail

growing old turning grey

lying down on barnyard hay

you read their minds

play hide and seek

their love is quiet

their love is sweet

chasing balls in the grass

barking at mailmen in the street

sitting at our feet

wagging their tail

looking us in the eyes

always being there

our eternal friends.

 

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