Doody Calls


A cool gentle breeze blows, indicative of a change on the horizon. It feels crisp and fresh, and I would enjoy it more if it weren’t 3 AM. I lean against the front porch column in the shadows cast by the streetlight. With my eyes closed, I try not to doze and drop the dog’s leash.

My sweet, geriatric old lady dog’s digestive system governs my sleep schedule, and tonight is a three poop night.

– Written for Day 5 of Awake August 2016, 31 Days of Mindful Writing in the form of Small Stones (concise daily observations) from Writing Our Way Home. Photo ©2015 Leara Morris-Clark.



Author: LearaWrites

I am a voice actor, an artist, a photographer, and a writer, not necessarily in that order. I love animals and the ocean. I have an AA in Fine Arts and a BA in Psychology. I am an observer, a storyteller, a dreamer.

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