On my days off from work
I sit silently watching my dogs.
The games, excitement of being a dog.
My bedroom window open, the screen pushed aside.
Furry little heads poke out,
Ears up, eyes darting back and forth,
As if a predator waited outside, a threat.
But no, when I take a look, nothing.
A current of fun shoots from their eyes.
Nothing serious, none at all.
A pretend game of survey and bark.
I offer them food, the game abruptly ends.
The serious side of being a dog.
The game is over, the fun cut short,
A chaotic rush to the kitchen.