Reflections during the pandemic.

Every Dogs Story: By Mary Oliver

I have a bed, my very own.

It's just my size.

And sometimes I like to sleep alone

with dreams inside my eyes.

But sometimes dreams are dark, and wild and creepy

and i wake and am afraid, though I don't know why.

But I'm no longer sleepy

too slowly the hours go by.

So I climb on the bed where the light of the moon

is shining on your face

and I know it will be morning soon.

Everybody needs a safe place.