Mittens

As he stares outside
Will he be outside?
As the rain comes down
Thinking all the joys
Grass under his paws
The freedom out there
Tomorow he be with his boys

Best Days by Matt White

Every time I look at you
You always look so beautiful
Driving on the road again the Chevy’s packed
And it is dusk
And I will take some photographs
So I can dream of you

Can’t say I’ve felt such twisting
In my heart this way
we pitch a tent and have one sleeping bag
To stay away
The fires burning, softly singing songs
So close to you

Do you believe
In love at first sight
I think you do
We're lying naked under the covers
Those are the best days of my life

Can't take away those times
We stayed up and talked all night
Chain smokes of cigarettes and
Three bottles of red wine
Falling asleep together
Holding your body close to mine

Oh and in the morning
Your eyes opened so innocent
The sun is blazing we are sweating
You look lovely
Nothing else matters and anymore 'cause you're
In my arms again

Do you believe
In love at first sight
I think you do
We're lying naked under the covers
Those are the best days of my
Those are the best days of my
Those are the best days of my life

Oh I never wanna be without you
So just stay with me
I will love you endlessly

Oh oh darling, darling
Ooooooooh
Oh darling, darling

Do you believe
In love at first sight
I think you do
We're lying naked under the covers
Those are the best days of my life

Do you believe
In love at first sight
I think you do
We're lying naked under the covers
Those are the best days of my
Those are the best days of my
Those are the best days of my life
Best Days by Matt White Sound

Sappy Savvy Spawns

The sows saunter sturdily
speaking Sanskrit
in their sabotaged slum
with their sappy savvy spawns
salivating over scrumptious food.


Napping Piglets by ~nele102 on deviantART

Nele102. "Napping Piglets." 12 April 2008. Picture.DeviantART. 14 May 2009. http://nele102.deviantart.com/art/Napping-Piglets-82652051

The Mountian Dog

Is he dead?
Or just sleeping?
I dont see his chest cave in
And convex out
His fur is matted
Brown like a dried clay pot
Uncared for
Left for dead
His nose black like dried rubber
I stop and stare
Is he dead?
Or just sleeping?
I walk away
Just then he turns his head.


Sleeping dog. by ~Alice-x19x on deviantART