A poem about the morning
Steve DeMoss
I put two slices of bread in the toaster.
Nature is calling so I let the dog out to go
Watching through the kitchen window
Her small paws tracing on the frozen clumps of bark in the yard.
I wait for my breakfast, the red coils
Illuminating, pretending to be branding irons for a few moments.
It is morning and nothing creates a more optimistic view of the day
Than Lucy, my brown short haired, perky black wet nosed Chihuahua
Climbing up my legs as if they were trees and she a monkey.
She asks only for a kernel of attention,
Maybe even a kiss on her soft little head,
Unlike the world, which today will ask much more of me
Than a rub on the belly or a scratch behind the ear.
