To get up in the middle of the night
is the dance of the sleeping dogs,
heel turn, de côté,
open turn, adagio.
Tiptoe around and through them,
trying not to step on them,
five big black dogs sprawled out
on every inch of the bedroom floor,
an obstacle course, in the dark,
from the bed to the bathroom.
by: Paula D. Nevison
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