left the pillows the way my pug dog likes to sleep on them.
he nuzzles and pushes them around creating a nest to sleep in.
i wish i had a nest.
a place to roost.
collected with pieces of life i hunt for day and night.
i guess my memories must suffice.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
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