Cherita for Finbar

The op is over, he’s back, complete with lampshade to stop him pulling out the stitches. This is going to be a long ten days.

 

He tail-wags over,

 

dances around me, dog-dervish,

silent and intent,

 

operation over, stitched up,

jabbed full of antibiotics,

We go home now?

Daily Poem: Cherita 28

Last Cherita day. I wasn’t sure that I was going to get along with this form, and it turned out that I have enjoyed writing cheritas. For tomorrow I’ll see if I can find another short form that is equally rewarding.

 

There will be no sun today

 

this last day of winter (promised)

when snow may fall (threatened).*

 

Grey swallows sound, light,

like a sated belly, stuffing

just another handful of chips.

 

*Edit: How’s that for accurate? The metéo predicted snow from 10 am and at 10.12 am there are little flakes of white stuff dropping out of the sky…like crumbs…