Midweek blahs got interrupted
By daily afternoon dog barking
As my pit defending our territory
From the training wheel convoy
Of little kids outside.
Every day the little ones are out there
Parents spaced apart
Watching the rug rats ride circles
With their wobbly balance.
Every day my dog runs to the open door
Giving a menacing look and deep growl
Before he turns around,
Jumps on the couch,
Curls into a ball,
And forgets the whole thing until tomorrow.
There on the front step,
I was standing in the night,
Chilled by an April wind
Warning of frost and waiting,
Waiting for my dog
To go through his nightly routine
Of stretching, scratching, and being begged
To hurry up and get a quick pee
So we could all settle down for the night.
I needed him to hurry,
Lest someone see me brushing my teeth,
Right there next to the driveway we share
With the kidless couple next door,
Their two hybrid cars squeezed together
Filling their half of the driveway
And making me wonder as I waited for E
How they got into their house,
Or better yet, did they ever come out?
Finally, E made it to a bush,
I was foaming at the mouth,
There weren’t any planes in the sky,
A rarity, not seen since 9/11.
With his business done,
I was able to go inside and spit,
An occurrence not acceptable outside anymore,
What will tobacco chewers do?
How about the sunflower seed lovers?
The guy we run with?…
Maybe tomorrow I’ll scratch with my dog
Before my brushing.