Morning maw

​morning lines #109
the dog jumped from the couch toward the bed,
a shortcut he’s been trying recently,
missing the mark by a miserable mile,
falling against the sharp corner
of the side table to the hard floor;
his life flashing, from dog shelter to what’s coming,
in the choked and choking rise of my voice;
he got up, shook himself off, and walked over to
the light-green water dish for a drink