If You Speak Dog
I heard the dog let out a long drawn out
Exasperated, disgusted sigh.
Before I saw her.
She was on the bed,
But since she is ebony, she had disappeared
In the bowels of a black coat I had left there.
She wants to go to bed, thank you kindly.
Just go! I say, sternly.
She opens not an eye.
Just gives me another loud, disturbing yawn.
Letting me know it is past her bedtime and
She is not happy about it.
She is already on a bed,
But if you speak dog you will realize
This is the problem.
She is unhappy because
I am not on that bed too.
Dogs have mastered the
G in the guilt department.
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