Lazy - Jan. 24, 2026

I thought when I retired,

the “L” word would find a

permanent dent on my sofa

but she’s been mostly an outside dog

while I go to work chasing words,

for this poet can’t stop the hunt

she barks for attention like the other

mutts when I get home in the late

afternoon and sits between us at night

in front of the TV, quiet and resting,

though occasionally throwing hints

that she’s tired of being alone so much

with a look from the eyes that say

why did you even adopt me?