Wake.

My tail is
wagging and I
can smell something
good
which maybe
is my own arse

Noises from off, and I bark
and wag
and bark
whilst she or he breaks sleep

My favourite time of the day

I scratch at the door but no-one answers
so I circle and then sit, and
lie
and start to think about my life

My favourite contemplation

Till eventually – and ever so
exciting – they come in and
see me and i jump and they pat me
and then he leaves and she pours
liquid

and again

and then i jump again
because its my favourite part of the day
and she sits with me and
strokes my head and
tells me everything

And as it
goes on
today as before
I think that
maybe they don’t have
a favourite in their day