seems blessing

101 times a day you think

Of how it might be

Just never to have

Tomorrow or the day after

And those 101 times that

Sometimes double,

Treble even, until

They are not times

But one unbroken yelp

Too exhausted to scream

Too low to whimper

With a tongue set against

Any sound at all

That might sound

Like a call, an SOS,

Or any hint of need.

There are days when

101 times a day

Seems blessing.