DOG NIGHTS

 Let’s talk this over
 I don’t want trouble
 Can’t we just agree?
 I’m okay with
 The leader dog
 It’s the other one 
 Who gives me misery
  
 It knocks me over
 As I walk away
 And weighs about
 A hundred pounds
 And it has its jaw  
 Around my shoulder
 Before I hit the ground
  
 I say good dog,
 Nice dog, good fellow
 But I know he knows
 That deep inside
 I reek of being yellow
  
 Then other people come
 Wonder if I’m okay
 I’ll be all right
 Just put the dog away
  
 I wake up sweaty
 That was a really bad dream
 I drink a little coffee and
 Hope there Will be 
 No more dog nights for me

 I think of the week
 All of the snow
 My broken snow-blower
 My sore shoveling shoulders
 Is that where dreams come from?

 
  Stanski
  December 7, 2019 ^