Cockerbur Weeds, not a place to let your dog run free. — Image by kenne
A Cockerbur Night
She was hard to see in the dark,
I called and called but her puppy spirit
Was sending an invitation to come play —
It was late and dark, not a time for playing.
I was not interested in chasing her in the dark,
So I closed the door and waited for ten minutes.
Not hearing her bark, I checked on her,
Again, calling and calling — this time looking for her.
Frustrated and worried, I went back in the house.
Through the night I listened for her.
Waking early at first light I readied for a search,
But as I opened the door, there she was
Lying on the “Welcome” doormat.
Jumping up, I hugged her,
Feeling the imbedded cockerburs
Collected from her night of play.
— kenne
