When Humans Return Home

Written for:  Friday Writings #46:  "Different Points of View"

"Write a piece of poetry from two different points of view."

The Dog:

I hear them, my
ears raise up.
I'd know that car
sound anywhere.
Ooh, ooh, I cannot
control frenetic
waving of my tail,
like a sailboat 
tilting back
and forth in a blast
of wind.  Key turns.
I yearn to be petted.
Door opens. I bark
once.  My paws climb
up to touch their
knees.  They are home!

The Cat:

Car pulls up.  Look
at that ridiculous
pup-cannot contain
himself.  I have
a wealth of other
issues.  They have
interrupted my
nap, and upset
my dinner schedule.
Door opens.  I barely
acknowledge them, 
disdain in my brain.
Follow them to
the kitchen.  Better
not be fish again.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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11 Responses to When Humans Return Home

  1. Helen says:

    Sara, this is priceless!!


  2. msjadeli says:

    LOL! You nailed it! Dogs serve and cats rule.


  3. Bwahahaha! This is hysterical (and so true). The cat’s tone is perfect.


  4. LOL. So many cat/dog/human relationships work like that…My comment was long enough to be a blog post, forthcoming on Tortie Tuesday.


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