Night-Dog Dreams and Advises – Poem

hear what you think?

I hear what you think when it tumbles through your breath.

the night awaits me like a dog with droopy eyes

when are you going to come home, she asks?

when are you ever going to listen to

and love your dreams?

the sadness spills from a cup of overrunning latté

she is patient, and gives her time to avoid the vet.

waddaya mean? i don’t even drink latté.

did you say you would listen? then absorb:

latté has milk, lots of warm milk.

aren’t you allergic to so much milk?

maybe stop drinking milk.

see if the nervous stomach responds.

i thought you were giving me a cool listening poem.

I am, and you fight to listen.

Saturday Sonnets copyright © 2017 by Niamo Nancy Muid