Two girls

two girls

Two girls.

Two girls who look like dogs.

Sitting on the other side of the glass door

Staring

With expressions that may be yearning

Or, perhaps, may simply be stares.

They come in when I open the door,

One heading straight for the water dish

And the other to the easy chair next to mine,

To curl up, place her chin on the arm

And slowly ease back into sleep.

Do their chests fill with love, as mine does,

When we share a room together,

Or are they just waiting for me to feed them?

We feed each other what we need.

That works for me.

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