The early sky is a ***** martini,
frost on the glass.
He scratches lightly, like a mouse
trying for traction on the ice.
I inspect the vacant home made of twigs
cradled by the bush in the yard.
Ode to last summer’s busy guests.
Their winged commotion would startle me
As I walked past, technically half naked.
Sandals! Shorts!
What wicked thoughts
as I pull my hood over my hat
to cover the stark white slice of my neck.

I give an apathetic tug.
Two bitter ends, connected by a short leash.
Longing for dewy grass—
or, I guess,
just breakfast for now.

You are my best friend.
Loving, loyal and true.
Loving unconditionally,
I appreciate all that is you.

Sometimes you drive me mad,
When you disagree with me.
I want what's best for us.
My way to show I care, you see.

Everyday is much the same,
We both know the routine.
It starts with breakfast,
A time to share my dreams.

You recognise my moods
and listen to me intently.
You understand my feelings.
I feel your empathy.

Then off to work,
You watch me from the door.
With heavy heart I leave you.
Soon, I'll be with you once more.

The happiness you bring me.
Your welcome when I come home.
The guilt I feel,
Having left you all alone.

Your hugs are special
comforting and warm.
These moments, though infrequent
Make me keep you out of harm.

So now you wag your tail.
It's reached that time of day.
I'll get your ball and lead.
Walkies, let's go out to play.