26 January 2011

Outside Mat

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this faithful companion takes outrageous
liberties as matter-of-fact; they’re gifted
for being a good mate, doesn’t need to
dwell on that. So there he is – napping
comfortably on the old rocking chair
where he’s in touch with his territory –
thus explained without prejudice it
makes a lot of sense, but...

a nosey penchant wears thin when he
leaves debris on the floor after fossicking
the rubbish bin – explaining warily “When
you appeared I was on my way to the door...”
suggesting he doesn’t see an issue – ‘tho
he’ll sleep on an outside mat to be sure
© 21 September 2010, I. D. Carswell