The Tummy Tickle

Sometimes prose is not enough. This is a dog thing. They make me sing too.

I’m watched, as I approach the sofas.

Quietly, manoeuvring begins.

The dogs determined to secure their places,

await my choice of seat and then move in.

The quickest run to find their spot beside me

And swiftly stretching out, secure their claim.

I ready myself, for the crush that follows

as dogs roll over, happy that they came.

They look at me expectantly

with legs splayed quite outrageously.

Upon their backs, such loucheness is enjoyed.

But what they really treasure, is that overwhelming pleasure,

that comes when tummy tickles are deployed.