
I am a beetle
trawling to a friendly hand;
lets me down gently.

I am a beetle
trawling to a friendly hand;
lets me down gently.

Eyes full of longing
every dog yearns for some love
shaped like a biscuit.

Kids on a mountain,
snapping tree saplings in half;
mischievous is youth.

Totally stress free;
knows there’s food after his nap—
peace in a dog’s eyes.

Gently the giants
nibble away at dead trees;
observing humans.