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She knocked on the Door

by James Zealy

She knocked on the door
Racket paw invoked
Scratch alert Provoked
My sleepy presence poured

Her morning repast from a can
While she impatient paced
Between my legs she strayed
Gobbled as if it were the last stand

But the paw is heard no more
The 6:30 pet alarm has ceased
As I awake I hear silent unease
Distracted by an expectant core

Pause for a moment and listen
Alert at last
Aware the knock is a recent past
No more paw door to christen


Author's Note: We just lost our pet of 15 years. this was our morning ritual.

Posted on 07/20/2005
Copyright © 2022 James Zealy

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 07/20/05 at 08:05 PM

having lost a pet earlier this year i know this feeling all too well, mine happened to be a feline that graced my presence during sleeping hours and would do the same thing to wake my father at the crack of dawn for feeding time...very well written to convey a simple yet meaningful daily occurence to seem so much more grand in style...~JPP

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/20/05 at 09:20 PM

This is a sweet tribute, James!

Posted by Mo Couts on 07/03/11 at 10:33 PM

What a loving, sweet tribute to a pet, James.

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