4:35 AM: Early Morning Blogging With Small Dog
The chaos of her day resolved, she sleeps upon my arm,
safe from the day’s challenges, safe from any harm.
No harried flights from tufts of grass, no tracked ants to regret,
sleeping snug in Mama’s bed’s as good as it can get.
As I spew out vernacular upon my soft-lit screen,
how could a small dog have any idea what they might mean?
Free from understanding what’s written by the keys,
she shifts her frame, for she can sleep wherever she may please.
She does not inquire how her comfort may curb mine.
Sleeping here on Mother’s arm feels to her just fine.
And since when she is fast asleep it seems that she’s not bossable,
I have to make typing with a small dog on my arm possible.
Forgottenman has asked for a few more shots of Zoe, so here she is in “her” bed and my sometimes office. Ollie has been occasionally visiting us here and I can feel her going down to join him. It was a surprise to see that this time it was Kukla who slept here with us. She has been avoiding Zoe, but in the middle of the night, when I felt Zoe going down and the cat shifting from its usual place between my legs and surrendering the coveted spot to Zoe, I thought it was Ollie. I snapped a photo holding the phone up in the air without being able to see the actual scene, and just now realize it was Kukla, who shifted to a spot on the other side of my leg. Zoe also sometimes grants visiting hours. Here she joins Diego at the barred window. We aren’t sure quite who is behind bars–the outside world or us. Click on photos to enlarge.