A Poem by Laurie Cushner
Itโs mayhem in the morning after a three-dog night
with Midge and Tess and Katy asleep, all curled up tight.
But in the early morning, an hour after the break of dawn
there comes a shake of the ears, a wag of the tail, and then a yawn.
And suddenly three furry doggies surround me on the bed
as they playfully give warm kisses telling me itโs time to be fed.
Oh, itโs mayhem in the morning and itโs breakfast feeding time.
Three eager โpupsโ sit side by side like partners in crime.
Then they dance around their dish and gobble up their kibble.
They eat as fast as they can, why bother to nibble.
The day is young and they want to have fun โ
theyโre always in the moment -wanting to seize the day.
โHeyโ their tails say, โitโs time to go hike and play.โ
Oh yes, itโs mayhem in the morning as they pile in the SUV
wagging tails, happy faces, panting in harmony.
They give a little nudge to the driver to โhurry up the showโ.
Obviously, they think Iโm driving much too slow.
When I stop to park, they all announce their arrival
by sounding like a canine spiritual revival.
Then they run, they sniff, they meet and greet and they play.
Occasionally, they turn their heads and smile as if to say,
โHey, for a human non-furry creature, youโre really quite okayโ.
Oh, the mayhem in the morning โ I wouldnโt change a thing
because these happy souls are the yin, the yang and the zing.
At nighttime, they all snuggle, cozy warm in their doggie beds
Dreaming about chasing squirrels and critters and a fox so red.
And when they awake from this dream-filled, adventurous place
theyโre ready to impart unconditional love on the human race
With warm canine kisses, playful nips, and a smiling face
โฆthey show us how to love life with nonstop embrace.