Two Yellow Dogs

Two yellow dogs sleep on the painted floor.

One fluffy, tufts of fur ripe for brushing or plucking,

fur not long but dense,

thick, a cozy coat craving cool weather.

She quivers in her sleep,

gently puffing her cheeks, flipping her paws,

traversing a landscape unknown,

perhaps dreaming of a puppyhood long, long ago.

The other with short fur sleeps full out flat,

sporadically stretching her limbs straight.

This dog's fur glistens in the light,

a brilliant gold startling in its reminder of her Weimeraner heritage

gently blended with other breeds,

a sweet yellow gold gleaming girl

in her twilight years, whose days ebb and flow with energy and ennui.

Two yellow dogs sleep on the painted floor.

Roberta Beach