Her Fur
A poem.
Her fur
Soft
Beige white
Slightly longer
Fine black hair
To lend contour that rose put on a show this year!
Near the neck
And jowl.
Deeper than
Drifts of sand
You could lose
Your way
In the journey.
And then
The ears.
Yes
The ears.
I like them
So much.
-- William Glendon Young
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