Universal Dogs!

Every Dog's Story
poem by Mary Oliver from her poetry book Dog Songs

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
and too slowly the hours go by.

So I climb on the bed where the light of the moon
is shining on our face
and I know it will be morning soon.

Everybody needs a safe place.

----Here the hooligans found solace thru the night together:)