Emma lies curled at my feet
the sound of thunder and rain
a constant backdrop
after weeks of drought
Emma lies curled at my feet
birdsong and tires rolling on wet asphalt
a car horn bleeps assuring
doors are locked
Emma lies curled at my feet
the cat saunters by
stopping to sniff her paws
for anything new
Barely perceptible
the creak of the mailbox
Emma bolts upright
and runs barking for the door
[Prompt 3: Write a poem that repeats the same line three times, and then end on a variation of the repeated line.]
Ahhh, I love this! This was one of my favorite prompts and your work with it is outstanding. Emma is very real and dear to me. I love when the cat sniffs her paws to check for new scents. All the detail here is lovely. A beautiful poem!
I love poems like this, that just celebrate and wonder at the little details in life, like a dog who is calm and impossible to set off… expect when the mail comes. What a lovely little story.