Dog Gone

Once the seeds have been spit
they hide in the grass
and even the dog loses them
begging for more.

I can’t pull them back
lost where they fell,
but save me your comments
’cause I need a strong kiss.

You shared your watermelon,
offered with a cold shoulder,
but save me your sweater
’cause I need a long sleeve.

Your cutting remarks
not meant for the dog
shed my watermelon tears
on this hot summer day.

Now you’ll have to beg.

Party of Two?

Tummy full, curled nose to tail,
eyes closed in quiet repose,
my cat does not care
that we are alone.

She sleeps through the hollow
of your shoes not on the stair
and the airborne silence
of the kid’s video games.

Conversations with a sleeping cat
are one sided and lacking
any emotional attachment
struggling to keep me awake.

Alone together, we nap.