Not that I think my observations on this blog have been prosaic, but I thought I´d mix it up with a little verse. Here´s a canine take on an Emily Dickinson standby.
Hope is the thing with feathers.
Faith is the thing with fur.
Love is the thing with paws.
Bliss is the thing with feathers,
but without the feathers,
and batter-dipped and fried.
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