August 13, 2005
In the Morning When Molly Rises
In the morning when Molly rises, I cannot control my tail. It wallops the wall, thumps the bed, and drums the armoire behind me. As I stumble sleepily toward her, cymbal sounds ring off the blinds. And Molly sings out my many names -- Cutie Pie, Honeybunch, and Sweet, Sweet Doggie Boy. A morning duet, played in percussives. Embarrassing, yes, and yet...In the morning when Molly rises, we wake the mice in the attic.
