Sunday, June 4, 2017

His Dream


Sore and tired, he slowly lowers his old bones down to his bed. He yawns and stretches, then lays his grizzled head down. He doesn’t understand how his routine walk got to be so difficult.

As he drifts off into sleep, his feet move, remembering when it was easy. Once again, he is just a pup running through the grass.

Story & Photo: McGuffy Ann Morris
 Grits, age 13 years

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Five lines or less,
inspired by the word prompt
"remember"

12 comments:

  1. Excellent poem, Grits looks like he was a sweetie. XO

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  2. Getting old sure isn't easy.

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  3. I've watched a multitude of pets live and grow old. Now that I am entering my 60's, the aging process mocks me too.

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  4. Aww... this was really sad. I know how it is.

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  5. Yes, they do remember i think. And they dream of better days.

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  6. Aww, it reminds me of my miniature poodle, Mitzy. Her feet would go when she was sleeping sometime. Poor old tired dog.
    Smiles & hugs
    Julia

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  7. Getting old is difficult, but there is a lot of wisdom in a lifetime of memories.

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  8. Aww, that reminds me of my Bentley as he got older. Our walks got shorter and shorter until we just went one house away and back. But he always enjoyed getting out.

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  9. I wonder if animals dream of their youth. What a sweet shot of Grits.

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  10. Sweet Grits. We never forget those we love. Bet he did dream of younger days and joys. Thanks for sharing your story and picture.

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