What do they dream, my animals, safe
From the dampness outside this house
Tonight’s rain sweeps in and out
Like a cowboy in the old west
I confess I worry about the coming winter
Of scared stray cats and sad skinny pups
Stuck in the season’s hours, alone
Seeking a stranger’s compassion
My hound huddled into his quieted rest
Near the fat gray cat
With his vibrating purrrrrrrrr
So content to share this house
That BELIEVES
We all need a place where dreams
Need never be less than beautiful
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