Sunning..

Old dog lay in the summer sun,

Much to lazy to rise and run.  

She flapped an ear at a buzzing fly.

She winked a half opened, sleepy eye.

She scratched herself on an itching spot,

As she dozed on the porch where the sun was hot.

 She whimpered a bit from force of habit,

While she lazily dreamed of chasing a rabbit.

 But old dog happily lay in the sun, Much to lazy to rise and run....