Trying to find a little wonder every day. Here was today's. Just a story poem. Nothing structured or fancy or profound.
"Friends"
Rooney,
featured guest
in the preK pet unit,
enjoys this gig
especially when he discovers
a quarter-sized splot of yogurt
conveniently located on the rug
exactly where he is supposed to lay.
Teacher’s carefully orchestrated circle
immediately collapses
and Sweet Roo finds himself
engulfed
in a sea of four-year-olds.
Ever the benevolent gent,
he accepts treats
from twelve tentative hands,
rests his front paw
gently on Fi’s foot
and does not protest
when Mateo lays his head
atop of Rooney’s
for an eternity.
His smile is broadest, though,
when Christobel,
an avowed dog hater
who insisted two weeks ago
that I close the door
before she walked by my office
coos as she dispenses treats
from a plastic spoon.
2 comments:
Oh, I love this. So many lovely phrases - "Teacher's carefully orchestrated circle immediately collapses," and "Christobel's ...coos." You had me right in the center of the story.
Good dog, Rooney!
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