each dog has his day

my death
comes early
in the day. so
it takes awhile
before word
gets around.
i haven't
inconvenienced
anyone quite yet.
most are able
to fit lunch in
before they know,
before their
schedules
are turned
upside down
and need to
be rearranged.
the holidays
are no time
to pass away, to
slip into the
great beyond, it
let's the air
right out
of that balloon.
and i feel guilty
about that.
i don't want
to cause a stir,
or to be the
center of attention,
although it's so
hard not to do.
but so it goes.
each dog has
his day.