Black
Lab
The moment we stir,
he’s at our bedside.
His large body wiggles,
the tail swings wildly.
The sun hasn’t risen,
yet he’s already
in love with the new day.
He will make noise
until we rise, then
lead us to the living
room
serenading with a squeak
toy.
His thick black tail
bangs
against walls and closet
doors
as he sashays down the
hall
announcing our
arrival.
I fetch his bowl of dog food,
and he reacts with
surprise
and delight, further
proof to him
of how great this day
will be.
After his breakfast, he
brings
me a tennis ball, which I
roll
down the hall, and he
captures.
When he tires of the
game,
he collapses on his bed
for a nap.
The house quiets and we
are finally
allowed our coffee and
paper.
Some mornings, cranky
with fatigue,
I threaten that if he
doesn’t
leave me alone I will
cook him for dinner,
but he looks at me with
the most trusting
eyes God ever made, and I
know
I’ll march in the parade
tomorrow morning.
Bruno Rescigna
My
writing achievements include: short stories published in Elysian Fields
Quarterly and the Bucks County Writer, two one-act plays produced at the
University of New Mexico, comedy sketches presented on KUNM radio. My poems
have appeared in Tidewater’s 2022 issue, Ariel Chart and Literary Yard. I was
also a guest on the “Strength to Be Human” podcast in 2022.
if you are going to write a dog poem, make it a grand gesture. You did it.
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DeleteA wonderful poem!, especially for someone who owns (or does she own me?) a black lab!!!
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