What did he Sense…?
Awakened at four,
Rufuz standing by the door,
Maybe he needs out,
Of that there seems no doubt…
Once outside he wants with his ball to play,
No hint of morning yet, sky a steel gray,
A slight breeze tinkling the neighbors chimes,
Maybe a storm heading our way, who’s to say…?
So what did he sense?
Maybe an offbeat breath in my sleep,
He did so and awoke me for my own good,
Cooler it’s gotten in the last hour,
Rufuz lying at my feet, maybe there in my defense…?
What would I do without my boy?
His hair into everything, my shoes his toy,
He takes quite good care of me, he surely does,
Doing so with what seems great joy…
So true it is; what would I do without my hairy boy…? J
© ed ~ 4/21/05