Mood: Slow
Drinking: Diet Dr. Pepper
Let Sleeping Dogs Lie
When she sleeps,
curled like a cashew
on the moss-green couch,
her paws give off the fragrance
of a Frito bakery,
salted and warm.
During long mid-morning naps
she runs down brown rabbits,
dreaming paws twitching
with every imaginary stride.
-Lo, admitted paw-sniffer.
LaDonnaWitmer 