Bella 09

I look into Bella’s bulbous eyes, her limp ears and tennis ball sized  head, and forget she cannot speak. For she is a little prophet gazing out the window over the city. A sleeping sage at my side, we spoon until startled, her carnivorous gasses, echoing snores for a small dog – true companionship. My two feet are now six. Her brow wrinkles like a shoreline.

 

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