Blackout

[Samantha Susan]

My one real issue with this poem is line 4. I found myself stopping to ponder it while going through the poem. I can picture it quite clearly. A Labrador or another big dog lying lazily on little pile of old blankets, yawning quietly. I think, however, that it's wording could be a bit less awkward to help keep the focus on the poem. I like the subject, and think that it is refreshing, but it seems a bit unfinished, as though you stopped abruptly.