Habitual,
at end of day
he comes to talk.
His dark, brown eyes are piercing me:
“I’m ready for my lesson, please.”
And, so, our game begins.
I mouth the dark, black, circled ‘ohm’.
Inspired, the terrier in him
‘tempts guttural with teeth and tongue
He must repeat, now, what he hears
yet issues forth his standard bark!
He tries again, a grinding growl
a lower tone with healthy howl
and I, excited, nod him “Yes!”
and he’s beside himself with joy.
The more my face makes round the sound,
he’s rolling on the floor, unbound
in doggy laughter!
