annabel in winter, or, gather ye sunshine while ye may

A sun-warm square
of floor is where
the hound prefers to sprawl her

It's 4 degrees
outside but she's
got flowers on her collar

Her tennis ball
sits in the hall
unable to enthrall her

For now she'll laze
and dream of days
when greening grass will call her


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