An Evening With Misty Poem by Phil Soar

She lies in front of me
The evening turning into dusk
She's panting like she's short of breath
It isn't even lust
She's just a dog, relaxing
In the muggy evening air
Staring at me as I write
Though I am not aware

The laptop screen in front of me
Hides her shape and form
She pants away, at the end of the day
We both are really warm
Her eyes pierce through my laptop screen
She's begging me to see
That she's staring at her tennis ball
And saying 'Play with me'