Midnight Potty Break
A poem for my pup
checking the time
as I hear you whine
my groggy eyes roll
my mouth mutters, “Why”
I can’t believe you’re waking me up again
the things we do for the ones we love.
12 a.m., sure
like I have a choice
let’s walk downstairs
and make all the noise.
when they tell me
I should have kids
I wish they’d see me now
yawning half awake
trying to find slippers
for your midnight potty break.
I open the back door
and you run to your spot
I take a seat inside and sigh
“We can’t do this every night.”
but just like that
I’m frustrated no more
I burst out in laughter
as you wait by the door
you give that cute little stare
as you sit under the light
your tail wagging
you’re done for the night.
so I open the back door
you run upstairs to climb in bed
you don’t even wait for me
hello common courtesy
well, at least you tell me when you have to go
could be worse, good boy.
