Good

She touches
My shoulder at
2 am, whispers, “good,”
And I’m awake instantly.
She rubs my shoulder and
I am alert. Then she says, “good
Boy,” and I stare into the dark
Wondering what is next. As
She coos, “good doggie,”
I realize she is sound
Asleep dreaming
Of some dog,
Patting my
Shoulder.
I am Dan’s
Deflated ego
Trying to recite,
“Not everything is
About you Dan,”
An invaluable
Bit of advice
My friend
Bertha
Once
Told
Me.
So
I
Say,
“Woof!
Woof! Woof!”
Enthusiasm is
A virtue I
Greatly
Admire.