A haiku:
Old dog sleeps, snoring.
Finding rabbits in his dreams.
I watch his paws twitch.
It rained again today. I don't think I saw the sun at all. It was the kind of day that even indoors, I wasn't sure if I was cold or just damp. To combat this, I wore a sweater and enjoyed a cup of tea as I puttered about the studio. the dog seemed indifferent to the damp and enjoyed naps as usual. As he slept, his feet began to twitch and he would lightly let out a little bark. I often wonder what he could be dreaming of.