Poor Doggie
Stormy weather
inside my little dog heart,
too hard when my human parents part,
and off she goes to yoga boot camp,
and the other one stays with me for a bit,
sipping her coffee,
petting the top of my head,
and then she rustles and gets up,
puts a helmet on her head,
to go off to work for a long, long, long time
and I hear her footsteps down the hall,
but earlier, we had a good morning
—everyone happy!
I go out, come in, get breakfast
then they go!
Hard to think now when they'll come back,
but, hmmm,
I think one of them is coming back home to me
I hear the car down the street
and I can't smell her yet,
but she's coming back
from that stupid yoga boot camp.
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June 21, 2015
MorningPoems Podcast, Season 1, Episode 1: MorningPoem #319