Monkey’s First Poem

Some pursue happiness, others create it. ~Author unknown

I caught a bird, a pretty thing:
White of belly, black of wing.
Of course, my mama had a fit;
Didn’t concern her, not one bit.

I snagged him as he flew through the air.
Why not, I thought? He was right there.
And Mama has taught me how to catch.
A flying object is an easy snatch!

This bird felt different from my other toys:
Lots of feathers, not much noise.
But Mama wasn’t playing with us;
She was inside, making a fuss.

She saw that bird hanging from my mouth.
The next thing I knew, the door to the south
Opened with a crash and there she stood —
Mad as a hornet and that wasn’t good.

Outside she flew; a shovel she’d brought.
Is this some kind of new game, I thought?
But no! She sped without a word
Toward my prize, my little bird.

She scooped him up and shouted “No!”
And toward the fence she decided to go.
Hoisted that shovel and tossed him away.
Oh little bird, come back and play!

Note: Mama says this poetic form is in rhyming couplets. I Monkey have no clue!

Rain Brings Mud

In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt. ~Margaret Atwood, Canadian poet, novelist, activist, and teacher

Maybe Ms. Atwood was onto something, but I’ll wager she drew the line between the scent of “dirt” and that of “mud.”

Rainy, muddy mess

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What’s Valuable to You?

Who does not thank for little will not thank for much. ~Estonian proverb

The other day, Monkey and I were walking along when a truck pulled up beside us, slowed, and its window slid open.

‘I’ll give you $15 for that dog,’ said the stranger with a twinkle in his eye.

I thought about it for a half-second, then replied, ‘You know, there are days — like when I have to pick up this (and I showed him Monkey’s filled poop-bag) that I might take you up on that offer.’

We had a nice chuckle before he drove off.

The encounter left me pondering how much — or how little — we actually value things in our lives.

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Practice Before Perfection

Things could be worse. Suppose your errors were counted and published every day, like those of a baseball player. ~Author unknown

Our symphonic band’s first concert of this year took place over the weekend and despite practicing, despite some of us being involved for four (or more) years, we finally found a way to crash and burn.

It was bound to happen, but it wasn’t pretty.

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Memories of Dallas

I wish you enough good memories to see you through the bad times. ~Pam Brown, Australian poet

Dallas, April 2015

I

Am still

Missing you,

My beautiful

Soul Dog Dallas, and

I guess I always will.

Two years now. You departed

Right as the Pandemic began,

Leaving me sad and broken-hearted.

At last you’re free from pain and misery.

Time really has helped me process the grief

Of your passing, and I must admit

So has the arrival of a

New Sheltie puppy, Monkey.

He’s not you, nor will he

Ever be, but still

It helps to have

A puppy

Under

Foot.

Note: This poetic form is called Double Etheree.

Growth and Changes

God gives us dreams a size too big so that we can grow in them. ~Author unknown

Sometimes growth and change happen in the smallest of ways. Ways nobody really notices.

Other times, the differences hit you like a load of bricks.

Most bloggers love when readers remind us to do an update on something we posted that piqued their interest. Something they wanted to fill in. “The rest of the story,” as it were.

This post will attempt to do just that.

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Time for Landon to Go Away!

When it snows, you have two choices: shovel or make snow angels. ~Author unknown

This week, we finally got one of those snowfalls like we had when I was a kid.

Back then, I’d have been happy to make snow angels and get a day off from school; today, the shoveling task falls to me.

Sigh. Adulting can be hard.

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Yuck! Gross!

Silent gratitude isn’t very much use to anyone… ~G. B. Stern, English author

Monkey here.

Recently, Mama bought me a big bag of dog food and, because it didn’t have one of those self-closing flaps to keep it fresh, she dumped it into a plastic bin on wheels she’d bought for my predecessor (St. Dallas).

Like so:

But there was a problem lurking within. Check the photo again and see if you can find it. I’ll wait.

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