Herbert Nehrlich - Doghouse

I'm in it!
The dog's been moved.
I took his place.
It's airy, noisy
cozy and it smells a bit.

It's just the thing
to find yourself in,
now and then.
Or longer.

You may NOT,
- it is possible -
be asked to come back out.

A dog defends
his territory
like his house.
Be careful therefore
and beware.

However, when you see
ME as a tenant,
you may ignore me.
It is not my home.

Lest the happy sounds of applause start ringing: I am currently Not in it.

For: L

Herbert Nehrlich

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