The D Spot

Feeling a sense of impending destiny today…
Not sure from where it originates but anticipation runs high.
Doesn’t feel like meeting an old friend, or getting a surprise phone call.
Not even sure, today, if this implication is even a good thing.
Things are happening for a reason the last few days, inevitably traveling towards a foretold future.
Only problem is that I haven’t picked up my tarot cards in a long time, and my eyes have been blinded to my own forthcoming.
My dreams tell me nothing but tall tales of fancy and impotent longing.
Crow has spent some time with me, yet another speaker of change.
Whatever it is I hope someone holds my hand when it happens.
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Old dog watches sadly,
quietly from his place on the floor.
Eyes drooping red-rimmed, he sighs now and then
for effect.
Watching as Mistress labors in her duties.
Now on her knees, scrubbing the floor til it shines.
Mistress stands slowly, popping knees and stretching her back.
She regards him with affection,
her constant companion in all things domestic.
Pats him on the head and old dog thumps his tail,
raising a small poof of dust on the carpet.
He’d smile if he could.
“Good boy,” she says to him,
before turning and getting the vacuum out of the closet.
Old dog lays his head on his paws again with another
theatrical sigh.
Waiting for the next break in Mistress’s daily routine.
Maybe next time she will give him a cookie.