Watching My Dog Gracie Sleep On Her Bed In my Office

She joins me when the writing

Turns to volcanic ash

Feels like my Muse has fled

Across galaxies taking with her

My hope and wishes for a better

World.

I worry, not even my music helps,

Until I look at our wonderful Pit Bull

Mix Gracie.

Gracie the Brave, Gracie the Good, Gracie the Goofy Laugh Bringer

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Novelist, screenwriter, poet. Fan of all things writing, film, music. Married forty-two years. Dog lover.

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David Beaty

David Beaty

Novelist, screenwriter, poet. Fan of all things writing, film, music. Married forty-two years. Dog lover.

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