Dad is making breakfast in the kitchen.
The toaster goes FffAP!
Two slices of toast leap into the air, flying crumbs are everywhere.
Looby sitting under foot, pricks her ears and has a look.
Dad nearly jumps out of his skin and Atlas turns to see the din.
Dad swivels to catch the flying toast but Looby was standing way too close.
A paw, a slipper, a yelp and a shriek, dad nearly crashes head first in the sink!
One of them knew just what to say, it was dad telling Looby, ‘GET OUT OF THE WAY!’
Dad is hanging out the washing in the garden.
The screen door goes THhhUNK!
Atlas came out to show dad his toy, Looby had followed and was full of joy.
She waddled and sniffed, chose a fine spot, and what do dogs do? She sat down to squat.
She grunted and sneezed, hunched and then squeezed – this time it wasn’t only just wees!
She scratched and pawed, bumped into dad’s leg – knocked him off balance what more could be said?
Dad took a step back and stood in the poo, threw his hands in the air and said, ‘not this too!’
He hopped as he landed while she jumped away, ‘for goodness sake Looby, GET OUT OF THE WAY!’
Dad is bringing Atlas’ lunch by the pool.
A ball hits his head with a TWAaCK!
Dad had to juggle or else he would trip, a plate of full of sandwich’s had started to tip.
A handful of odd sorts of things left his fingers, poor Dad had to struggle just to stay nimble.
Atlas was splashing, giggling and such, a huge smile on his face watching the fuss.
Then out from under the table shot Looby, spying a sandwich – her lunch had come early!
Dad’s face had gone red, he was losing his sh*t, he’d had enough, he was over it!
She was up-setting the balance that day, ‘for goodness sake Looby, ‘GET OUT OF THE WAY!’
Dad is cleaning Atlas’ bedroom.
The vacuum cleaner goes PffMPT!
Dad peered down at a half eaten sock, ‘Oh no’ he said, the nozzle was blocked!
He bent down to fix it and pull it out, but Looby the dog would have none of it.
She jumped up and yapped and then bit the bar, Looby was taking it way too far!
Atlas had wandered away up the stairs, both of his fingers were shoved in his ears.
None of them wanted to deal with the mess, first it was breakfast now it was this!
Dad rolled his eyes and started to shake, ‘for goodness sake Looby, GET OUT OF THE WAY!’
Dad is preparing everyone’s dinner.
The pantry door slams shut with a SLAaP!
Atlas had been helping himself! He thought he would sneak a handful of stuff.
Fistfuls of crackers, biscuits and junk, he was not going to eat what Dad made with love.
Dad took those things off him and had a fit, he growled at poor Atlas and told him to sit.
Typical Looby had started to bark, protecting the family from imagined harm.
She ran in then away, yapping all the while, a barrel of legs, ears and snout and a nub for a tail.
Dad barked right back and told her to stay! ‘For goodness sake Looby, ‘GET OUT OF THE WAY!’
Dad is resting in his lounge chair.
The volume on Atlas’ ipad goes UP!
Atlas was listening to clips at the table – balloons pop, things rip and the sound of crunched gravel.
Dad’s tired eyelids were about to close, he’d sneak a quick nap while the boy was amused.
Needless to say the day was not over, what more could happen Dad started to wonder?
Looby was asleep in between Dads leg’s, but the sound going up, had hurt Looby’s ears.
All of a sudden she jumped up and barked, stood on Dad’s balls and did a loud fart!
Dad’s eyes flew open, he grimaced in pain, ‘for goodness sake Looby, ‘GET OUT OF THE WAY!’
Dad is putting Atlas to bed.
The curtain rod fell off, hit the floor with a CLAaaNK!
Atlas had had fun, he’d trashed his room, toys were all scattered and clothes were all strewn.
Looby was standing all dopey and still, it was her bedtime, and she knew the drill.
She decided to be as quiet as a mouse, she was all sleepy and very tired herself.
Dad had to sort things and put them up high, but he tripped over Looby and let out a cry!
He stubbed his toe on the end of the bed, fell over head first, what more could be said?
He grimaced in pain, grabbed his foot and he howled, once again he raged ‘GET OUT OF THE WAY!’
Finally it was the end of the night, dad sat down in his chair and closed his eyes.
Looby had scratched and scrunched up her bed, did a few circles then lay down her head.
Atlas was curled up and fast asleep, it had been a big day, he was out to it.
The night was so quiet and everywhere was still. Goodnight dear family, sweet dreams and sleep well.
© Copyright 2022, Poetry Out West, Jodine Derena Butler. All rights reserved. First published on Raising Atlas Rising, 2022