Thursday, January 22, 2009

Cold Comfort...

Wrapped in the warmth
Of the blankety cocoon
To ward off the chill
That the morning beckons
He sleeps like a tortoise
Withdrawn in its shell...
He snores, he snorts
And he yelps like hell!!
He chases the butterflies
All over the meadow
He trips & he flips
Trailed by his shadow
In his doggy dream...
He pants & he stretches
Lolling in the grass
Which he always messes...!!!!

3 comments:

Mystic said...

did he exchange..a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

Arijit Basu said...

Lucky youngest member of the Sen family :)

illusions said...

Those dreams are the most precious ones when he sleeps in cozy comfort.Priceless.