Sorrow
SORROW
The dog is deep asleep embraced in a warm sunshine. She lies on her side on a soft blanket, her whole body relaxed and loose, one leg twitching from time to time.
Her ears are dead. Her ribs stand out. Still, with each swell of her chest, dull spring air is filling her in... a hope in disguise.
Sleep well, Coo. Dogs have the dog's sorrow.