The Boss

Oh dear Fuji-san – Fuji-sensei

Dark, brooding mistress of all you survey

Regal in bloodline, of that you are sure

Graceful in body and delicate of paw

We jump and dance to each nuanced bark

Pavlov would be proud, for you it’s a lark

You have your routines, for walks and to eat

Watch your humans sit down – Woof! – we jump to our feet

to pour out your water and open the door

You know what you want, sometimes we’re not sure

You’re not so demanding, we just need to know

Your presence is a gift that you kindly bestow

One inscrutable look and we soon understand

You’re the top dog, the queen, you rule this fair land

Most dear Fuji-san, honoured Fuji-sensei

You are the true mistress of all you survey!



This is an ode to the majestic lady who takes centre stage above. I have recently been allowed to take up residence in her home, feed and water her and generally fulfil her needs. She is a bit of a charmer and I’m not sure I would like to know what she thinks of me! Fuji (named for the photographic film brand, not the mountain!) is a venerable Newfoundland, a true grande dame!

I will link up to the dVerse Open Link Night later today. Please do visit to enjoy some very fine poetry indeed – and be inspired… Join us!

The Understudy – Friday Fictioneers

Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!


Copyright – Al Forbes

– The Understudy –

If Toby could speak, he would have a thing or two to say. The constant flow of immigrants and emigrants stepping over the threshold night and day had taught him a thing or two.

Pete had the cushy job, checking the credentials of those who wanted in, striking through the names of those who wanted out (although that was a relatively new phenomenon, to be fair).

It was always ‘St Peter this’ and ‘St Peter that’.

Nobody ever mentioned Toby, perched above the pearly gates.

Poor Toby, without even so much as a finger available to scratch that itch just above his right eye…


Click on the blue froggy below to read others’ offerings!

Denied – dVerse Poetics (Halloween version)

This week’s dVerse Poetics has us writing ghostly tales, but with a comedic twist. Such fun! It is very windy here on the coast tonight, and according to the weather forecast, worse is to come tomorrow evening – so my offering has picked up on that, as you will see!

I hope you enjoy it – and please visit dVerse to read all of the other creations!

– Denied –

The winds they howl and moan tonight
They say they’ll bring the folks a fright
Tear down trees and windows break
The gales will keep us all awake

‘Tis Halloween, the ghosts and ghouls
Should roam the earth and steal our souls
But the weather has them beat
And whipped them all from off their feet

They’re wrapped around the chimney stacks
Caught in trees, trapped in shacks
The wind has sucked away their cries
And turned them dumb, to their surprise

They clench their fists and gnash their teeth
Their tortured souls find no release
The one night of the year for fun
Has left our ghastly ghostlies glum

Frustrated in their scary games
They feel let down, a sense of shame
That dawn is almost on their heels
And not a scream has been revealed

From the throats of human prey
The winds have stolen fear away
The storm dies down, the daylight looms
The scary fiends are bathed in gloom

‘Twas Halloween, a terrible night
For ghosts that die to cause a fright
Mother Nature upped her game
The ghouls were silenced – what a shame!