Six twenty five a.m.:

I get up for work. I open my bedroom door. Opie is not in his usual spot sleeping on the floor in the dining room, waiting for me to get up. I begin my search...

Opie is not on the floor;
Opie's not behind the door'
Opie is not on the chair;
Opie isn't anywhere!

Opie is not on the porch.
Now I must refine my search;
Bedroom, bathroom, basement - nil;
No Opie on the windowsill!

Just when I think Opie's gone,
There he runs - across the lawn!
"Opie! Opie!", do I shout;
But, how the heck did he get out?

I felt like I was insane and seeing things. Everything was locked up. I couldn't imagine how he managed to get out between 4:00AM when I got up to go to the bathroom and 6:25AM when I got up for work. After I got him safely in the house I had to run and find the way he got out. Fortunately, it didn't take long. I found the screen in the living room window had been pushed out. Opie left a nice wide-open window for all the burglars to get in. Now he was crying to go out. I guess he forgot about the first time he fell through a screen.

Six twenty five a.m.:

I get up for work, blah, blah, blah...

And, upon this morning dreary, eyes still sleepy, bones are weary;
There is Opie laying, napping sweetly on the dining room floor.
"Good morning, Opie", happy, napping as my feet go tapping, tapping
Towards the kitchen for my breakfast and my coffee, most delectast;
Opie follows as he always follows me into the kitchen prancing through the door hoping for his milky and nothing more.

While I tend to flip the light and Opie hops up with delight,
My gaze is drawn upon a horror - horror on my kitchen floor!
My coffee pot is lying shattered, glassy pieces mostly scattered!
Oh! That Opie would behave instead of acting like a knave!
And now my coffee pot is spread between the sink and cupboard door;
As Opie sits upon the sink, "And, you'll have coffee nevermore!"

Lucky for Opie I had a spare coffee maker. ~sigh~

Copyright © Julie Balon
November 22, 2005