As I stood on my head
in front of the fire,
two black and tan faces
settled beside me.
The dachshund’s
long nose
sniffed the heat.
The tortoiseshell
licked her
lingeringly -
presumptuously.
The usual growl
didn’t eventuate
and for several moments more,
peace reigned
in the pale autumn light.
Alison Cassidy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-yoga-practice/
