Rouses self from sleep
Pull back the blinds
A smooth, glittering carpet of white
Everything sparkles in the light
Except for a single brown mound
Damn dog. . . .
This was written on 2/4/18. On that morning, my husband looked out at the snow and upon commenting on how beautiful it looked also added, “and someone’s already pooped on it.”
He was cautious when I told him he had inspired a poem. Can’t imagine why. . . . 😉