How peacefully sleeps a dog,
Her head to tail, so laid back;
Eyes shut tight, nose wet
And breathing getting deeper;
Eyelids closed and slumbering.
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 of warm, 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 has a million different scents –
A world of faithfulness, love and trust.
Sleep on in your own little world.
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