Melodies grazing the table cloths Chairs patient Glasses flipped, dry. Forks and spoons nestled on Clean napkins. Refrigerator humming its tune, Naked kitchen window, Telephone hushed, Raw vegetables resting. Door calling. Damp air clinging to its glass To stay. Guests shuffling in. ...And the place awakens to the rush.
Daddy, look at me! Look at me! I can jump through the hoop and run through the tunnel! Come chase me! Come play! Look at me, Daddy! Daddy, what are you doing? What are you looking at? What are you holding in your paws? Daddy, come play. Please? Oh, sorry Daddy, I... Continue Reading →