Archive | June 2017

The dog, the whiskey, and me

Every night the dog clings near. Next to me she begs my love. She cuddles and smiles and loves me most. 

I sip the drink and look for sleep while stroking her soft fur. 

The cold of the ice the burn of the drink the love of the dog they bring me Peace. 

Should I find a safer way, a better day, another way?

But joy awaits with the dog, and the whiskey and me