Daddy Doggie Sundays by Darren Kelly

We get settled.
The Snuggler is in play,
With Columbo low on the T.V.
The curtains are closed.
The only glare lights beady eyes,
Flanked by heavy eyelids.
The door opens.
Flooding unwanted light,
Into a chorus of snorts and grumbles.
The perpetrator exits.
The reshuffling only disparages for a moment,
Everyone re-finds their niche.
One last snort from Dolly is announced.
Here we stay for as long as nature allows,
When in unison we all take a break.