by Paul Raworth Bennett
Poochie’s sleeping, my legs snuggling
His head’s resting, rarely stirring
Maybe dreaming, quietly sighing
Dawn approaching, room is brightening
Birdsong starting, breezes flowing
Sleepy eyes opening, sideways lying
First not moving, now I’m stretching
My head’s lifting, now it’s dropping
Drool-soaked pillows disappointing
Body twisting, back complaining
Ceiling staring, stupid drinking
My head’s throbbing, red eyes closing
Pooch uncurling, now he’s standing
Slowly stretching, time for conquering
My eyes opening, upwards looking
Pooch above me, face is lowering
Tail is wagging, ears are swinging
Eyes are shining, nose is sniffing
Pink tongue’s flapping, kill’s soon coming
Now I’m laughing, so he’s striking
Sure enough he’s bull’s-eye nailing
Bathroom bolting, in-sink spitting
Mouth I’m rinsing, poochie’s laughing
Happy day is just beginning
