Towzer
Just a glance, a smile,
stirs his tail to thump.
My old grey muzzled friend
heaves himself up, steadies himself,
plods across the flagstone floor
rests his heavy head on my lap.
We sit in the twilight.
He warms me.
What days they were, when we flew
laughing – leaping the long
sun tumbled bands of hay
Joy snapping at our heels
I smile again, we sit and stay,
While I fondle his deaf ear.
