Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Beep beep beep
A light comes on in the next room
A soft kiss on the head causes
the ears to lift and eyes to open
and the long plume of a tail to
curl with joy at her human's smile.
A gentle, sleepy voice asks,
'ready to go outside?'
The tiny dog slowly stands,
does her downward
dog stretch, then lightly jumps
from her pillow bed on the couch,
and slowly pads to the door.
Mom turns on the outside light
and opens the sliding glass door
just enough to allow her to slip out.
The dog pauses at the patio edge to
examine the night's deep snow fall,
then daintily walks the edge of
the white accumulation, seeking the
ultimate spot to pee, then
gallops friskily into the house
to see if Mom might share her
breakfast, though she never does.
Dog food it is.
(Inspired by the NaPoWriMo prompt for Day Two, "Write from the perspective of an animal.")
(Posted for NaPoWriMo, Day Two, 04/02/14.)