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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Philosophy >> ID #849986  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Let Me Lie
They say "Let sleeping dogs lie . . . ."
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I want to sleep
The sleep of dogs
So still and full of peace,
Laid belly flat on the cool ceramic floor,
Or stretched out limbs spread wide,
Like a lumberjack in days of yore,
Beat still into deep sleep
From the day's steep labour.

He sleeps, the dog I gently stroke.
Then, I stretch his back leg straight
Feeling the firm muscularity,
In tendons, to toes, and on to the tail.
Still he sleeps,
Shiny fair hair, so soft and silky.

Perchance he dreams . . .
         as whiskers whisk,
         a muted muffled bark escapes
         Teeth baring, breath jarring.

Hindquarters quake in unison with his flight,
With forefeet in slight, but right, flick.
What does he chase in his dream?
Are his dreams much different than mine?
The tail, tale, is now silent.
As all those who sleep without communication.

Stories never to be told in words,
But understood somehow, by those domesticated.

I wish I could sleep the sleep of dogs,
Closing my eyes into the world eagerly awaiting.
I wish I could swipe the chalkboard of my brain
Into a complete drain in less than two minutes.
My dog doesn't toss and turn himself to sleep,
Though three large circular treads about
Make for comfort in a dog's slumber shed.

I enjoy sleep, at least as much as my dog.
Somehow, it feels even better sleeping
In the den, laying close to him,
Napping on the sofa,
Canine blanket around my leg and feet.
My canine companion cultural cliché
Can ease me when I'm beat.
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