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One Hundred Percent

Miles lies across my lap languid

his curly head and long ears silently

encroaching ever more onto my pad of

paper until finally there is no place for it

the rough paws stretching out now and then

where and when he wishes, his belly rising

falling softly softly, his ease one hundred percent.

And when we go out his exuberance will be so

too and on those rare occasions when I must

take his brother into the world leaving him

behind, oh his anguish is entire!

He is a being who lives wholly in each moment

his devotion to the present absolutely mesmerizing.


2 thoughts on “One Hundred Percent

  1. Love this KayFoley! Will we ever learn their lessons?

  2. Oh, I don’t think so, not ever. But we can try.

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