The dog is reading. This morning, as every morning, the book is open in front of him. Well before his master's rise, he had already read the moon then dawn and the clouds. Now the slippers, these that walk here and there. Followed by coffee and the pages that turn. A little bored waiting, he half closes his eyes and continues reading the early morning scene. The spring smells, the wet humus, the thing that shines in the sky. Finally comes the last chapter: the cup's crystalline sound on the saucer, the folding of the paper, the hand on the leash and the path that opens up in front of his dog world.
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A singular perspective on the world told with succinctness and modesty.
Effective cinematic view through a dog's sensibility. "... the slippers...that walk here and there." Woof
A marvelous piece, Erika.
"the cup's crystalline sound on the saucer"
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Love this. Beautiful depiction of a dog's view. Love the details. "the sound on the saucer" is so fine.
"the cup's crystalline sound on the saucer"
Really enjoyed this, especially the thing that shines in the sky *
Love "the last chapter." *
Many thanks to everyone. Enjoyed your comments.
Lovely.
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Thank you, Bill.
Wonderful work.
Many thanks Gary. I hope you're feeling fine.
dog world
our world
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Yes, it's a dog's world... Thanks Gary.