Just Let Sleeping Dogs Lie
by Elizabeth Akin Stelling
It’s gone quiet this afternoon
like all others on the late
no lasting days of pit-patter rain.
With that, taste is thrown out the window
a home owner displays a rare
long-bodied dachshund throw,
across the back of the couch.
It speaks warm with the sun flowing
across a yellow sofa, and
through the front window.
After a long harsh winter across
the entire us continent.
A welcome site for neutrals zones.
Maybe the family pet meant lots,
so much so, his favorite print
blanket lays beside him.
There is a love for animals
marked across social media,
over nighter stays for the critters,
and it is possible there’s a market
for designer faux man’s best friends.
It screams cuddle up and stay awhile,
and the silence says it all.
Pooper scoopers are a thing of the past.
If the neighbors take a gander,
their likely to dub this place—
a dog-gone no tell motel.
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