This Morning

 
This morning I woke up
to the constant chomping
of the dog chewing
her dinosaur,
steadfastly digging through
the cotton skin
to get to the plastic
squeaker.

For a second
my mind strayed,
attempting to
find a metaphor
connecting fierce,
extinct Triassic
giants to this gentle
domestic creature;

but all there was
was a dog chewing
her squeaky toy
in the morning
before breakfast.

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