Sunday, March 29, 2015

Poem #85

My home was host
to the Apartment 500
this morning

Sammy launched himself
from the green chair
at the front window
accelerated as he reached 
the yellow rocker
catapaulted himself
into the hall
picked up speed
as he raced across the bed

He touched the far wall
as briefly as an Olympian swimmer
then around the bed
down the hall
and out into the dining room

A brief pit stop
to wrestle with Evie
then a saunter to the finish line
where a silver cup of kibble
awaited the victor

I counted five laps
as I lay in bed
waiting for dawn
on this rainy Sunday
Enjoying his pent-up energy
his enthusiasm
for a small, familiar space 

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