Poems
Just resting
Dead squirrel lies prone, Chin resting on its two paws. Looks like it's sleeping. Crossposted from Inhuman Swill
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Memory Lane
She strains at the leash, Trying to turn the corner. "Not that way," I say. But Ella insists, So I give in and follow. Not that big a deal. This short, narrow lane, It's a valid path back home, Not...
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For Ella, on her ninth birthday
How can you live with a dog, with its lifespan of ten to fifteen years, and not realize how quickly the clock is ticking? Crossposted from Inhuman Swill
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Infidel dog
This morning, with a high of seventy degrees in the forecast, amazing for a November in Chicago, I drove the dog to Warren Park. That's where we go for a special treat instead of our usual neighborhood walk, because the...
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Almost fall
Squirrels chasing each Other up and around trees Like on Benny Hill Crossposted from Inhuman Swill
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Dogwalker's algorithm
if poop then scoop Crossposted from Inhuman Swill
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Beware of dog
Earlier from the second-story deck I caught a glimpse of the gate slamming shut as Ella chased someone out of the yard. Her wild barking was what had summoned me. The thunk of something landing solidly on the wooden deck...
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