As she sleeps, knowing nothing of the world.
Her paws don't slightly shake from hunger or malnourishment;
She's fed - far more than most her age.
So what, I wonder, causes her to moan?
She knows not love or sex in youth.
Coitus is a far off world for her,
One perhaps she'll never reach.
Could she be dreaming of a pleasant chase
Around an endless, tall grassed yard?
Is she thinking of a mother - or a sister
With which she had just precious weeks?
It may be a simpler truth than that -
Bo, we named her, could be remembering a shit.
Fart.
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