Life in Poetry
Sep. 14, 2021
Scooped up from a carpark at a few daysmanged, carried carefully to the kennels Fostered then adopted in less than two weekshe shivered and shook his way into our livesFrom lovable pup to affectionate tan terrierhe anthromorphed into the favoured oneUntil and until . . .Harvey’s arrival dropped him down the pecking ordercreated a stand-off with occasional growlsThen before peace negotiations could beginWalter appeared shunting our canine furtherThe situation demanded interventionsWalks, treats, attention, affection to offset humiliation – it worked wellExcept but except . . .Dorothea burst into his world a crowning last defeat or so we thought because in a little timethe animal bug caught up . . .without warning or preparationArmeow, a tabby kitten of weeks - down from the North -colonised his narrowing world Our now middle aged mutt lost out againShe taunted him till they had to be separatedHis eyes would widen, gaze lengthen in desperate appeal Finally, he sniffed round this curiosity and was lostHis sole response - a tired familiar accommodation
Lovely poem Peter. Is Dobby really nine!?
Triona Mc Morrow
That’s lovely Peter, captures the family life very well. I love the last line too.
25.11 | 22:15
Grief is experience through the mundane. Simple but powerful. The accompanying image really compliments the poem.
07.11 | 11:14
A great observation! Social media can be a scary place... I also need to reduce my time there
06.11 | 16:24
A great one, Peter, in the context you describe. I don't read social media myself, I doubt my equilibrium could stand it. 'The balance of his mind disturbed' yes, I think it would be.
06.11 | 15:59
Yes, gossip is a weapon of mass destruction.
In my business as well as personal life I have zero tolerance.
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