They’re Gone

by Betty

Where’d they go?
How did they get out and away?
Whatever will I do?

Panic time.
It’s as if the end of the world.
Check out the inside.
Look under the beds.
Look behind the davenport.
Look behind the doors.
Look in the closets.
No there, not anywhere.

Check the back yard.
Look under the bushes.
Look under the picnic tables.
Look behind the bird bath.
Not there, not anywhere.

Check the front yard, the Neighbor’s yard, the street.
Not there, not anywhere.

Grab the car keys, forgot I don’t drive, forget my driver’s license, open the front door to a flash of shiny, golden brown dachshunds. Adventure over. “We’re home. Where are you going?”

Check the doors – all firmly latched and locked. No more adventures for us!

July, 2011

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