#Winning (SIWO POETRY CONTEST ENTRY) 2.11.2019

 

In the wee hours

Of the morning,

I awake and lay in bed,

Listening to sounds

Of his paws

Upon the hallway carpet

As big dog paces,

While next to me

Little dog snores.

I can feel my laid, back cat

Snuggled against my toes.

Satisfaction and calmness cloak me,

In place, of those

Old, too familiar woes.

 

 

As I lay here, once again,

Realization hits, that

Circumstances can change.

I no longer own

The old Northern homestead.

Which for years

We called our home.

Now, we’ve settled in,

Just under

Nine hundred miles

Have been roamed.

This day, I possess a fresh

Freedom to rebuild.

Joyous memories to make,

A chance to regenerate a life.

Such remarkable opportunities’,

Surrounded by the Souths’

Alluring, signature décor.

Which I and the dogs

Have already begun to explore.

EUREKA!

 

– K of TheBlackWallBlog (2.11.2019)