To where the dog, anticipating, lies
Sprawled out upon a cushion twice her size
Tongue lolling. I hear a distant train
And, closer, neighbor children, whose campaign
To lure my dog outside meets its demise
With sunny weather, but who advertise
Their presence anyway. I can't complain.
The summer is an idyll in the year
When everyone is happy to be out
And laziness is just normality.
So, like my dog, I'm happy to be here
Listening to children play and shout
While lounging in my immobility.
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