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.
the escape was made
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.