climbing back into bed
after the morning shower
dark and cold.
© Rachel Green December 2020
The dog
is afraid of noises;
any noise he doesn't understand.
The printer
rattling out pages
of my soon-to-be firestarter;
the tiny thunder
of a roll of wrapping paper
and the lightning of sticky tape;
the click of the scissors as I trim my hair;
all send his scurrying through the dog flap
to sit between the back door and the back gate
trembling in the rain.
© Rachel Green December 2020
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