The night is dark, cold.
The dim lights of street lamps are struggling in the yellow mist,
Everybody knows
There's no security anywhere in this world:
Yet the puppies are in peace
Sleeping in their mother's firm lap, on the street.
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ReplyDeletecan see the snug faces of the puppies under the street lamp, contented and 'peaceful'. Think they are satisfied with what they have for now, don't have a clue of what tomorrow might bring (or take away).
ReplyDeleteNovember 29, 2009 6:03 PM
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