Friday, June 24, 2011

got mailman?

He comes everyday.  I first spot him while he is delivering mail to the white moppy dog down the street.  The golden retrievers across the street are now barking.  I run to the window.  I frantically search for an opening in the curtain.  I peak my head out and see him. BARK!  He is wearing blue.  BARK! He is walking.  BARK!  He is now out of sight.  I know he is going to come soon.  I pull my head back and look down to the floor.  I jump down to the seat cushion.  I jump to the floor.  I suddenly hear the mailbox lid open and close.  BARK! He, BARK! is, BARK! here, BARK! BARK!

Until tomorrow...grrrrrrrrrrrrrr.  Keep wandering.

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