The dog beside the threshold lies,
Mocking sleep with half-shut eyes–
With head crouched down upon his feet,
Till strangers pass his sunny seat–
Then quick he pricks his ears to hark
And bustles up to growl and bark
John Clare
The dog beside the threshold lies,
Mocking sleep with half-shut eyes–
With head crouched down upon his feet,
Till strangers pass his sunny seat–
Then quick he pricks his ears to hark
And bustles up to growl and bark
John Clare