Lull

I wake up;

there's no panting.

I look around,

expect to find him

behind the door,

or waiting

at the foot of the steps.

His bone's not in the usual spot,

but the leash still hangs

on the hook ―

must be with somebody else today.


tk/July 2012

R.A.D. Stainforth ... incognito this week ...

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