Dudley’s Deer

She waits at the edge of the woods for Dudley, her dog friend.
Waiting to flash her tail to signal the start of their mountain romp.
But Dudley is not in the car as the doe seems to hope.
Dudley is in heaven now, running with the wind.


Fluffy dog feet, wet with dew,
cross  granite and grass
before arriving at the breakfast bowl.

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