This week’s prompt was to observe an animal and write about it. I was in the garden when I read it and my dog was lying on the lawn next to me, so this is what came out:
Sometimes, I envy my dog. I envy
her ability to idle on the grass
without shame nor guilt. I envy
her knack for loving fully,
unconditionally, judgement free. I envy
that the mere prospect of a walk outside
excites her beyond the code of good manners.
I envy that the sight of any member of our family
throws her into a frantic celebration. Most of all,
I envy the gift of being so easily pleased.