July heat is not inspiring
In fact it’s very tiring
Sweating in all activity
Makes you act with proclivity
Downing that ice cold beer
A reward for using garden gear
But then a mangy mutt appears
You grab a saucer, offer a drink
He looks at you, as his head sinks
He drinks and drinks and drinks
He then returns sort of a smile
Dripping water all the while
As it steams up from the walk
You reach out but then he balks
You offer your hand again
And you remember when
In past days you had a friend
Might this dog be here to mend
Thoughts of the other loyal’s end?
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2018/07/01/July-writing-prompts/
The Bag Lady 