By Josie Whitehead www.whiteheadm.co.uk
How peacefully sleeps a dog -
Her head to tail - so relaxed.
Little eyes shut tight, nose wet,
And breathing getting deeper,
Eyelids closed and relaxed.
How peacefully she sleeps –
Dreaming deep dreams of
Moorland scents of rabbits,
Sheep, ducks and moorhens –
Gorse and purple heather.
Stretched now, paws twitching,
Breathing becoming quicker,
Eyelids flicker, muffled barks,
As she chases down hillsides
Always pursuing the uncaught.
I should like to sleep like a dog
With such simplicity of thought.
Dreaming dreams of sunlit days -
Days of joy spent chasing rabbits
With no thought of money or fame.
Man cannot dream such dreams
In such a quiet manner as this.
He dreams of broken hearts,
The pursuit of wealth; of yesterday
And perhaps also of tomorrow.
Sleep, dog dreamer, in your world -
Paws padding over soft green grass –
Your world of a million different scents -
A world of faithfulness, love and trust.
Sleep on in your own little world.
Copyright 2007