Another poem about dogs to make me smile and remember those lazy, hazy days of summer when we would go away in the caravan, two adults and two dogs, for rest and relaxation. Not!
Starlight and new moonlight pierced the dark and the sound of silence covered the park Until, the dogs ears cocked, they barked at the air 'cos they heard the rabbits nibbling out there. She went to bed and he read his phone while the dogs lips smacked on a half chewed bone, until they curled and sprawled in the chairs occasionally stretching and shaking out hairs. At the crack of dawn, there was a thud on the floor As Bramble jumped down and scratched on the door. To keep the peace, she let him in and first on the bed was agile Pippin, who stretched out between Val and Pete then Bramble jumped up and curled on their feet. The sound of snores filled the room As man and beast slept once more in the gloom. Val awoke and JUST THOUGHT of a short run and before she knew it the whines had begun, for dogs are psychic, no need to talk and all excited they prepared for a walk. Pete turned over and said, "Thank the God's" for the bed was now his - no wife, no dogs. Hysterical laughter came from the van while inside she peed in the toilet/can. And still she laughed and tears rolled down 'cos laughing at the world is better than a frown.