Monday morning, grey sky
Daughter off to school
Yellow leaves on the trees
Dogs beside themselves
Above us, a man sleeps
Hush…hush…
Weeks on the night shift
off the doggy schedule
let the man rest now
But every sound they hear
a breeze that moves the door
a person walking by
and it starts, the soft "wroo"
and the deep "oaf" of love
Hush…hush…
Later, I promise,
we will walk in the woods
but for now, please,
let him sleep.
Aww, this is wonderful. And I am glad Pure Luck is home.
🙂
glad he is home!
Beautiful! I hope he is sleeping peacefully.
I can just see it. Give the dogs a pet for me. Glad Pure Luck is home.
Lovely.
Have a very happy week!
Glad you’ve got “a man around the house” again. I understand the sleep concerns as OHP is working seasonally at night and Rusty has a bit of trouble keeping still when he sees a squirrel out the window….
Yay! I’m glad Pure Luck is home again. Apparently the dogs are too!
That’s just the sweetest poem ever. :c)
Welcome home, Pure Luck! Hope you all have a wonderful reunion time.
Your romance makes me teary-eyed.
I can see the dogs and you and feel the urgency of trying to keep them quiet. Wonderful poem.
sigh…yeah…my dogs too
Wonderful. So glad.