Dawning Creations

You little paws padded towards me in the dimly lit parking lot.

Your nails clicked gingerly on the pavement as you ran for the ball.

“This tennis ball is older than you, Taffy,” I told you and laughed.

You ran for that ball no matter how far or fast I threw it.

We were both insomniacs, searching for anything to amuse ourselves.

My watch read 3:00 A.M. as we played.

We kept at our game, not minding the time.

We couldn’t sleep so we didn’t bother.

My arm wasn’t sore and your feet could keep running.

We played until the sun stretched beyond the church and the birds began to sing.

Tiredness began to settle in us.

We retired our haggard tennis ball and stepped inside.

You curled up on the couch and I went to my bed.

Thank you for being my companion when no one was awake.