When the daylight takes its bite
eating up the dark of night
I begin my daily rite
of finding all the words to cite
that serve to bring my thoughts to light.
I write and write and write and write–
filling up my blogging site
until my dogs begin to fight,
and finally I know it’s quite
necessary to do what’s right.
And this is when I find I might
secure my laptop lid up tight
and give my brain a small respite.
It is my second day’s delight
for they have tried to be polite
lest they disturb me or incite
words that in my haste are trite.
With open door, I then invite
their appetites—now at their height.
Each jumps and spins–high as a kite,
and comes to have his morning bite.
Eight of us are at a writing retreat in Puerto Vallarta so I’ll soon be doing writing to a different prompt. In the meantime, this is a rewrite of a poem written 3 years ago. The prompt today is bite.