30 Poems in 30 Days

30 Poems in 30 Days
A Project for National Poetry Writing Month

Monday, April 6, 2015

Day 6 Aubade

She Chuffs

When birdsong cracks open persistent sun
she snouts me, my Schnauzer, right in
the kisser, and chuffs. Cold black
nose to my nose, she chuffs
and snorts and woof-whispers,
places the tiniest of polite kisses
along my jaw and will not leave
me be, will not settle nor let me finish
out my dream, instead insists on my
waking self to wake itself and take
the long walk to the back door wishing
all the while, that she were a bit taller
and proficient in door locks.