Wednesday, March 30, 2022
Brown-Eyed
Getch nearly takes the door off its hinges, so
angry he forgot the last thing he wants to say to…
"…straighten me out?" Dianne softly laughs,
push-rocking a heavy kitchen chair to a spot
where sun gets in. Mr Brown Eyes arrives to place
his head upon her lap. His clicking along
the tiles still hangs in the air now. Somehow…
You’ll be disappointed too. I forgot to buy your
box of treats rushing back for the asinine fight!
But he just wants to be with her.
Labels: anger, dog, love, self, spat
