Scary thought

A scary thought

The house is a mess

The kitchen a dive

The dogs have been ignored

The hall way a mass of fur

There are shoes scattered all about

There must be a stale smell to the place

There must be a stale smell to me

It is time to get up

There is a problem when the dogs' bowl is nearly dry

When even my very spirit is weary of expression

When even my demons desert me

I know what it is

It is probably loneliness

But what if it were a child not a dog

What a scary thought