waiting for the sun to enter the inside
with imperturbable assurance,
with a tummy heavy and causing lethargy
as it goes about its business,
while gazing at the clear sky
to cleanse the skin of lethargy,
from the future daily run of discovery
and territory marking,
soon it will flop down on the floor
like only a dog can,
on this sunday morning i too shall fall next to him,
soon 'he' will rest his head on me.
