I am a fool
for the rain
for grey, cloudy skies
and wind blowing.
Give me a book and a chair
and a cup of something warm
and a cat or a dog to sit with me,
and I can’t think of a more pleasant way
to spend an afternoon.
Give me a rainy day.
Give me a storm.
Give me a book.
That’s all I ask.
Oh dog,
so noble,
out there eating
your own poop
outwitted by cat and bird and squirrel
Oh dog,
so valiant,
frightened by
your shadow, the cat, and thunder
Oh dog,
so hungry,
eating a box of tissues,
most of a couch cushion
and my cell phone
Oh dog,
so sweet,
still a lap dog
at 80 pounds,
licking my face adoringly,
I wouldn’t want you any other way.
(except maybe for the poop eating part)
My dog barks
and I know not why
does that mean it’s for no reason?
No
Like all the mysteries of life
it’s simply something
I don’t understand
For NaPoWriMo – 30 Poems/30Days
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