As I stood on my head <br />in front of the fire, <br />two black and tan faces <br />settled beside me. <br /> <br />The dachshund’s <br />long nose <br />sniffed the heat. <br />The tortoiseshell <br />licked her <br />lingeringly - <br />presumptuously. <br /> <br />The usual growl <br />didn’t eventuate <br />and for several moments more, <br />peace reigned <br />in the pale autumn light.<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-yoga-practice/
