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!
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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!
Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovelyRochelle 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!
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…
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Click on the blue froggy below to read others’ offerings!
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!
