Freewriting

Sitting, waiting

Joy returns

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Sitting on the loo.
Waiting.
Watching rays of sunlight falling through birch leaves.

Scratch my bum.
Stroke my dog’s bum with my other hand.
Almost slip off the loo seat.

Oops!

Yapping outside.
My dog raises her head, ears cocked,
then relaxes again.
Little dogs, little yaps, little bother.

I stare at the sink
and watch slow drops form
at the spout of the cold tap.
And drip
with aplomb (gorgeous way to go!),
mimicking the sun’s rays outside,
in style, if not form.

Grace

The dog wanders off,
returns with a plush, squeaky carrot toy.
Drops it at my feet.
Looks at me,
adoringly?
pleadingly?

I praise her.
“Good girl!”