Her Fur

A poem.

Her fur
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. 
The ears.
I like them
So much. 
-- William Glendon Young 

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