Bunny, did you knock upon
the door at five A.M.
hoping that Samantha would
come out to play, again?
The door I did not open,
though the kitchen lights were on.
I let Samantha sleep and dream
fond dreams of you and summer’s fun.
You wake up all the neighborhood
when you two join in play.
She hounds you through the yard
and through the back fence, she will bay.
And then I grab my trusty shawl
and hunt around for shoes
and wonder what the neighbors think
of all the noise…the two of you!
“Best Friends”. Copyright © 2016-01-12, by Liz Bennefeld. All rights reserved.