Poem for the owner of the dog

The white dog

Sitting behind a wire gate

Clearly

He is loyal

As he barks at us

Trying to protect his home

Is he lonely?

But then

When I look

Into his eyes

They are full of wonder.

I bet his owner

Misses him terribly 

While gone

I think his owner

Doesn’t want to leave him,

but work is always waiting.

I bet the dog

Misses the owner too.

And all of a sudden 

I want to be home

with my dog.

December SOL #1

I wake up and turn over to see the time.

The screen on my phone lights up my face, and the pillow behind me.

3:00 am

I tilt my head up and see out the window. 

I put my hand against the glass and fog from my breath swirls out and clouds the window screen.

Everything looks so peaceful at night

The street lights shine down on the street

Everything looks orange from the dirty light-bulbs

Everything is quiet, everyone is still in their beds, but me.

I am looking out the window, kneeling on my bed

All of a sudden the sky turns orange and pink. The sun begins to shine and I hear my dog stirring downstairs.

I see people come out of their houses. 

I see people get in the car.

I hear people talking

I hear people driving.

I can tell the day is starting.