Gratitude
Logbook Of A Reluctant Dog-Sitter
Four o'clock, the pup's awake, Piano dreams I yearn to take. Fingers poised with hope so bright - First note played? Oh dear, not right! No music school? No teacher near? "When in doubt, YouTube’s it out!" Keys I fumbled, lamp aglow, Power out? Ha! Still let’s go! Sore fingers tapped, the tune took shape, Puppy swayed—no escape! Dinner called, my pride intact, Turns out beginners can play.
By Staringaleabout a year ago in Poets










