the reluctant runner

This little poem was written yesterday, from the viewpoint of my dog.



the reluctant runner



he lies abed in ecstasy, 

his comfort is sublime.

the perfect place

the perfect time

to while away the day


the sun is dim

the air is cold

running just a whim.


“Up” i bark

“Up! Up! i snort

It’s time to run 

it’s time play.”


“O-o-o-o” he moans

“i’m ready” he groans

as he stumbles to the door.