Rude Awakenings Won't Be This Rude Much Longer

Some morning's it's worthwhile to try and sleep,
E'en though the workday beckons 'crost the hours,
E'en though the melatonin's failed to keep
The sleeper down to recoup all her powers.
But she was wide awake at 1 A.M.,
Awakened by her border collie's moans,
From drinking of the kitchen's "rain" again,
Her need to go as subtle as her groans.
The predawn chill, the parking lot, the ice,
Th'insistent pulling toward the pooping grounds,
All act in concert to exact a price,
Along with all the gloomy predawn sounds,
To fill my head with wishes for a yard
And make my try at more sleep rather hard.

In Which a Five-Year Slacker/Tenant Decides to Pack Up and Leave

My landlords think it's time to raise my rent.
I think it means it's moving time for me.
But in Cheyenne even a mere pup tent
Is out of reach, for it must be dog-free.
Five years ago, I moved here to Cheyenne
With dog in tow and found this was the truth.
One place alone there was with no cruel ban
On pets and was affordable, forsooth.
The price I've paid, though, far exceeds my lease.
This building is much like a trailer park:
Oft visted by our local police,
A driveway full of shopping carts to mark
The classiness of those who dwell in here.
No rentals still, though; time to BUY, I fear.