A Good Morning

It’s four a.m. and my creative spirit is at its height.

I sit in my old Morris chair thinking, gently hitting the keyboard on my laptop. From the bed Ernie looks over as if to say, “Do you know what time it is?”

Of course I do, and so does my brain. It has a mind of its own. What do you want me to do about that?

As I smile and laugh Ernie – ever the opportunist – arises, stretches, walks over and tightly curls himself up on my pillow.

Whoever originated the expression, “It’s a dog’s life” certainly knew what he was talking about.