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Happy Dog
The immersion into the measured verse.

Who made this guitar she has? I don’t know. Its owner is quite happy with it though With chorded sound found over rainbows I watch her play and try to say hello
But she won’t reply, she’s too immersed Hyper-focused within the measured verse Andante cantabile, a walking pace first Legato like silk, then da coda’s allegro burst
She plays her guitar with silent song And lifts her mood when notes belong The only other sound as strong Is distant waves and birds of song
The guitar is a Happy Dog bought cheap Which she promises that she’ll always keep After her soul has died, the Dog will weep Then finds a home with her son’s love as deep
She rises from sleep and takes her meds As melodic thoughts begin to fill her head She eats her breakfast with scales and bread The Dog is Happy, held closely, frets then caressed
