|
Emma |
Minutes are ill spent
watching the damned
thing toss, turn, twirl,
and then finally…
POUNCE!
Oh, what a web is woven
when she becomes
excited by the sound
of my voice saying,
"Let's go out for a walk!"
She runs and runs
in circles until
the length of her leash
is spent.
Laundry, dishes,
shower and all other
matter of work
become stalled
while watching her
play for ten minutes,
and then thirty,
and finally an hour
passes unsuspected
from all awareness
and responsibility
pressing forth in vain.
Even the television
in this house has become
grossly neglected since she
got here three days ago.
It makes you wonder
if animal television programming
was created to gain
the viewership back, doesn't it?
copyright 2004
Francisco
Dominguez |
