Wake-up Call
Something nudges
gently at her shoulder
wakes her from a dream.
Six inches
from her pillow
the grinning kelpie
pants warm dog breath
right into her nose.
It's the thick, rich brown
of packet gravy
and smells
of last night's bone.
By Robyn Mathison
I came across this poem today while decluttering some boxes that have been full of stuff since we had people over a few weeks back. I love it because it's so true!
