The Scene

Dog beds litter the room.

Cats are running down the hall,

Banjo’s knocking on the door.

Is that Frasier on the wall ?

Little Norm is hiding now.

Squeaking, tearing, Banjo’s playing,

Little eyes watch from the couch.

There’s Sunny, snoring, sleeping.

Laundry calls out to me,

But the dogs are fighting.

It’s clear I need to end the night,

Turn down all the lighting.

The cats are waking up,

The dogs are snuggled in,

Conversations with my love,

Then I’m off too Deep Sleep Inn.