#two creatures

Two demon hybrids found each others

The last time I looked, the dog was lying on the freshly cut grass but now she has moved under the picnic table.

I wonder what causes her to shift from one place to another, to get up for no apparent reason from her spot

by the stove, scratch one ear, the relocate, slumping down on the other side of the room by the big window,

or I will see her hop onto the couch to nap then later find her down on the Turkish carpet, her nose in the fringe.

The moon rolls across the night sky and stops to peer down at the earth, and the dog rolls through these rooms

and onto the lawn, pausing here and there to sleep or stare up at me, head in her paws, to consider the scentless pen in my hand

or the open book on my lap. And because her eyes always follow me, she must wonder, too, why I shift from place to place from couch to the sink or the pencil sharpener on the wall--

two creatures bound by wonderment though unlike her, I have never once worried after letting her out the back door