Lovely Sights
Every time, early in the morning I watched, heard her, house-maid of our neighbor, no, not house-maid, but a girl still in her plain, light night-dress with a red dainty ribbon in her hair, as she swept with a broom the street in front of our gate from fallen leaves of our neighbor’s house.
To see Piggy happily wagging her bushy tail, her ears flatly backwards, slowly coming to me, welcome me or lying on her back to have me cuddle her.
July 2011
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