Alone one afternoon
I sit in my rocker,
mellow, very mellow.

I hear them come running
from the farthest bedroom.

The stray cat we picked up.
My roommate's toy collie.
His girlfriend's St. Bernard.

Then the cat turns around
and heads back where she came,
followed by the collie.
The St. Bernard comes last.

The chase is on again.
The trailer is bouncing
and I'm there just rocking
and watching and grinning.



Harry W. Yeatts Jr.