Tub of Ice Part II

I hear the patter of little feet.

Then,

 I feel a kiss on my cheek.

These are not my usual mornings,

 since I lean to mourning.

"Time to go."

Impotent growl,

 and of course it has no effect.

I think to myself,

 where should we go?

Reviews

[Carol Cashes]

Dang, now I gotta ignore the laundry and read all the other parts to this...

Little feet, indeed. They are insistent and not to be ignored.

[Jon Roggie]

I write on the fly.

[Shannon]

Awe. Sweet wake up call. The growl has no bite.

[Jon Roggie]

I can't drop this story.