Lottie Dog

I talk to my sleeping dog,

Lying with her head on my knee,

Me stroking her soft ear,

I tell her what had happened that day the good and the bad,

I tell her my dream to compete in the Olympics, gliding over jumps,

I tell her my secrets as she wont tell,

I tell her the frustration of having a brother always annoying you,

I tell her my mind is a river ready to burst,

I tell her she is the best listening to me like this.

By Eleanor