my reverie is broken

by loud insistent barking –

i follow the cacophony to a cabinet in the studio,

where angry face met curious.

I remove the dog, much to his dismay

and i hoped the scared and angry one would escape to more friendly abodes.

but

the escape was made

by

the

dog!

and straight back to the cabinet he ran.

But it was not empty at all –

no wonder she had not moved,

it was her nursery!

one never knows the living spaces they are creating for others:

make sure there is always room in your heart for them.