Dear Hannah (our Cocker Spaniel),
You’re one lucky bitch.
Deaf, dumb and blind,
Yet so bloody rich.
‘Cos the worries of the world,
Don’t burden your mind.
You’re a windswept furry-coated Buddha,
Of the clear-minded kind.
But what a strange place to meditate:
Behind the sitting-room door,
I wonder “is she stupid?”,
As you’re swept along the floor.
Yet, stupid isn’t the word,
Simple is more apt.
Are you really free,
Or a genius that’s trapped?
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