PAWS
First,
tap-tap-tap-tap-tap
on morning’s bedroom floor,
impatience played
between long stretches, yawns.
Then
scratch-scratch-scratch-scratch-scratch,
the tugs at bedside covers
pull my sheets,
beg for me to peek
—at least one eye—
to see a wide-eyed plea.
Next
rat-tat-tat-tat-tat
claws celebrate surrender.
Though reluctant,
I arise and stumble to the backyard door
in early-dark,
accompanied by staccato joy.
A caesura, fermata—a pause.
Then,
my slow wake,
my long-drawn-out capitulated yawn
breaks short at
sudden rhythms,
scrape-scrape-scrape-scrape-scrape,
wood-scarring pleads
upon the door.
I let them in,
all four percussion-gifted paws.
My day begins
with music
to my
ears.
© 2016 Damon Dean. All rights reserved.
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Wonderful rhythm and doggie antics, Damon! How blessed you must be to begin each day with pooch percussion. :)
ReplyDeleteAh, we have a little pooch too and this is very familiar. Thanks for the poem. It's cute.
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked the sound of my poem Michelle and Rosie.
ReplyDeleteSo sweet. I love how you made music with four paws and a poem.
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