hour 11 poem

telling me
the Time to go out for a walk
ordering me about to play
i learn to play with a ball
telling me the time
without knowing it
to get up early
in the morning
letting me know
he loves me without words
telling me he is hungry
only with His eyea
letting me know
whom he likes and Who likes me…
always knowing
the place of my old slippers
and of His leash

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