By Billie Daddario
Beautiful Cream of Wheat Colored Goddess
Doing Upward Facing Dog in the morning sun streaming across the floor
Stretching and yawning
Before leading me toward the morning rituals.
Feeding you dehydrated chicken
You resist waiting for the real thing
Out the door toward the manicured lawn
Cool morning air calls
And as we arrive
You squat the grass tickles your butt
So, you try again turning a few times to flatten the grass
Squatting again oh sweet relief.