Miss Daisy Goes to the Doctor

Miss Daisy goes to the Doctor

Three days now, no skittering
across a slippery kitchen floor
to be first to get treats.
She’s been hiding under the bed.
Three days, no running into
the bedroom to be first to
get cheerios and Papaya pills.
Something is wrong,
better get her to the doctor.
Entirely too much prodding,
disappearing with a vet tech
behind closed doors, serious
instructions by the vet
in his white coat and off we go.
Daisy and I are happy to get home,
I’m hopeful that tomorrow she’ll
skitter across the kitchen floor,
first to get the best treats.