Throwing sticks

dusk arising

 

 


I thought it might end that year
Zoe looked at me expectantly
she'd dropped the stick at my feet
and wanted another throw.
Such a lovely animal, lovely nature
her needs were simple.
Somehow perspectives changed
simple things became the important ones
here on the windswept beach.
I picked up the stick
a choice of directions
against the wind or with the wind.
Zoe was dancing, barking mischieviously.

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Comments6

  • Saxon Crow

    Oh don't even go there. My Bella is ageing rapidly. She can't get into a lake anymore to play.

    • dusk arising

      Lovely aren't they. If she's getting long in the tooth and tired you should get yourself and Bella a pup playmate.

      • Saxon Crow

        I would never do that to her. Ever

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      • Rocky Lagou

        I think animal love is probably one of the most purest loves in existence. It's that bond that never breaks, it's a true frienship. Hope everything's alright with you and your furry pal, the tone seems a little wistful.

        • dusk arising

          Zoe was our family dog lady a long time ago and very much loved by us all. She passed away many moons ago. This poem wasn't actually about a dog at all but most haven't picked up on that. It's a lesson to me perhaps not to be so cryptic in my writing.

        • MendedFences27

          May the days on the beach linger ever longer for you both. What a terrific piece, it caught the scene and the sentiment perfectly. Zoe seemed alive with energy waiting for each and every toss. A lovely poem. - Phil A.

          • dusk arising

            Isn't that just how dogs are though, so energetic and enthusiastic. Thanks MF27

          • Paul Bell

            Man's best friend, they never moan when you don't turn up, enjoy the food you put down them, what is there not to love.

            • dusk arising

              Thanks Paul, yes it's a dogs life alright.

            • Jerry Reynolds

              A fine write, Dusk.
              My My
              Boys and Dogs
              Apples and Pies

            • Rozina

              Such a lovely poem about your dog. Truly Man's best friend.

              • dusk arising

                Zoe was a darling four legged lady. Much loved. Thank you Rozina.



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