Mondays With the Dog

Poor Duke doesn’t understand Mondays,
the blah, and the mirr, and the grunt-days.
He doesn’t understand the scowl on my face,
the not wanting to play, or the tone of my voice.

He wiggles and twists, and tries without fail;
he seems most determined to get me to smile,
but the hour or so that I first return home,
I insist on behaving like one best alone.

Somehow it happens, the subtlest switch.
I push close my eyebrows, but feel my mouth twitch,
and somehow I chuckle, just a little more often,
and the blah and the mirr of my Monday are softened.

© L. Rose (2/20/17)


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  1. Poor pup! He thought you were gone forever . Decompression from the day & people, I understand. Romping & snuggles can chill you, too. 😊❤ xoxo Duke’s advocate🐶


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