1 2 3 snore, altogether now!
1 2 3 snore, altogether now!
As my hands move like an orchestra conductor
I sit, royally frustrated, in my bed
listening to the rumbling snoring of my roommates.
I don’t want to be awake now.
I would much rather be lost in dreamland
just as my roommates are.
This is why sometimes morning greetings
are not quite as friendly as one would hope.

Bark, bark, bark,
bark, bark, bark!
Now we have a new addition to our homeless orchestra.
The once adorable cuddly dog
is receiving many evil eyes
just as the rumbling snorers do in the morning.
It’s hard to fully get mad at the dog,
for he is only expressing his sorrow
in the only way he knows how.

In some respects I think that’s more the reason
we get frustrated with a barking dog.
They are able to express their sorrows freely
for hours on end.
We are jealous of that freedom
because we as humans would be thrown in jail
and more than likely sent for a psych review
within the first hour or so
of our rambling tirade of sorrow.

For this I am not jealous of the dog.
In fact, I commend the dog
for his ability to express his sorrow so freely and extendedly.
Although I understand the need
to feel jealous and even angry at the dog.
However, I choose to see and respect
the other side of the matter.

Aaaah…well another writing release has commenced.
Uncontrollable drowsiness has set in.
Let’s try this sleep thing one more time.
Earplugs help.
Wish the radio worked.
It’s OK…pure exhaustion…has…set…in…
night…night…sleep…tight.

Roxanne Keller