sunlight
More by happy_the_dog
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Aging
One,
tender, small hands
reaching for the bottle of milk,
the contents inside sloshing around.
Two,
dragging a faded stuffed bunny
around the kitchen’s island,
one… more… step…
Three,
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does he remember?
the way he licks his paw,
his white coat of fur draped over
the velvet carpet,
the way his watery eyes shine,
when rooted on the ground
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never tempt fate
never tempt fate,
when you’re climbing a steep mountain, alone,
the sky is still an aura of black and blue swirls
with dots of stars twinkling in the dead of night,
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