Fiona A-W

Perspective Poem

I am Harley

I wonder why my mom is swinging that rope above my head.

I hear the ball squeaking as my brother bites it.   

I see the rope swinging from side to side.

I want to sleep on my bed.

I am bored.

I pretend I’m asleep so she would stop swinging that rope.

I feel someone forcing me to get up.

I touch the side of the bed with my tail.  

I understand that she wants me to play.

I say in my mind I should get up to play but my body
says don’t.

I dream of her finally letting me SLEEP!!!!!!!!!!!