Notch by Notch

Maery Rose

Release

Deep breath in
Exhale
Open the door
Home

Greeted by
A box of chirps
Beaks upturned
And two adoring
Tail waggers

Fur under hand
I see a better me
In their eyes
Whimpering
Energetic love

Shoulders drop
A notch

Dogs perform
Backyard dash and dump
While I pirouette
Into a costume change

Jeans?
Sneakers?
Harnesses?
Leashes?
Poop bags?
Treats?
Check!
Check!
Check!

Off we go
Sidewalks
Dog to dog lunging
Tied to beasts
Running in opposites
The wrack turns…

Ducks and geese squawking
River bugs swarming
Sudden sniff stoppings
Jerking
Ouch!

“Ooooh! 
Look at that bud!”
“Sit! Stay!”
Camera! Action! Fire!
Hope
For a moment
Perfect
In memory

Shoulders drop
A notch

Charging children
“Can I pet your dog?”
Hands already slicing
Through the air
This was supposed to be
Relaxing!

Looking for the key
To meltdown control
To unbunching muscles
Readied for a fight
To finding escape
From rat racing

Deep breath in
Exhale
Open the door
Home

Shoulders drop
A notch

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3 Comments

  1. Awwwww, as Dorothy so eloquently stated, “there’s no place like home.”

    Your chickies are growin’! What a marvelous mosaic!

    Have a beautifully blessed day sweetie!!! :o)

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