A woken woman’s walking up the street
too early on a winter working day.
She’s hauled along by dancing canine feet,
as ever ready any way for play.
The woman carries coffee in a cup
that keeps it hot and won’t allow a spill.
She sips the brew intending to wake up,
in pauses as she trudges up the hill.

And then she throws the ball into the air,
beholds the flash of golden muscled mass,
and marvels at the sparkle everywhere,
as dashing dewdrops splash above the grass.
Returning home, while still the woman yawns,
her dog is grazing water from the lawns.