A fresh morning.
With his silver muzzle,
the old dog pushed open the back door.
Nothing like a dewy stroll,
long, long, looonnnggg piss,
sniff some bright flowers,
smells like a bunny was here,
a big hard chunky poop
and little left to do whatsoever
except maybe a sloppy drink
and go back to sleep.
He sighed
and dropped to the rug.
Too sleepy for a sloppy drink.
The old man climbed up out of his chair
with an inaudible groan
and closed the door,
which the old dog
had never learned to close
behind him.
Another day begins.