To Sleep, Perchance to Dream like a Dog

It begins with a twitch, the flip of a paw,
there on the floor before us,
a finger to the lips, "Shh...she's dreaming,"
then flipping paws, all legs jerking,
after that squirrel, no doubt, or...who knows;
she may catch it this time,
in her dreams.
Now a growl, a snarl,
probably for that pit or rotty
(I wouldn't do it, Pinky;
don't turn this into a nightmare),
muffled barks through fluttering jowls.
Quiet again.
Her tail's wagging, "Look at that!"
Now running again, just running, running.
O, to be outside the fence,
free of leash, free of chain,
forever.


01/03/2013