She hears me coming and lifts her head,
this is my favourite part.
Her tail starts wagging
she does that well
and I know it comes from her heart.
A true blonde, with some grey of age,
throughout her curly fell
and eyebrows that wiggle
expressively
when she’s got something to tell.
She’s getting old, my one true love,
not a playful pup no more
but she still likes her treats
and the walks we take
though slower than before
I know she loves me as I love her,
my sister, my darling, my all!
Her tail starts wagging
when I speak her name
answering a lonely heart’s call.
- Siri sleeping
Great imagery! That first tail wag makes the reader reevaluate the meaning of the poem!
Thank you Donna! In the first draft (muuuuuch longer) I didn’t let the reader know Siri is a dog for quite a few lines, but when I started talking about her being a natural blonde and all that, it just got… Shall we say complicated? *smile* I’m rather pleased with the finished product.
[...] The day before the Royal Wedding on Friday 29 April 2011 a friend of mine posted pictures of three new-born, ugly, rat-like baby bunnies on her Facebook, proclaiming to the world that she was finally a grandmother. It was her rabbit’s first litter – and kind of a surprise from what I gather – though both parents seemed quite OK with the bigger family. They really did look helpless and rather unsavoury, those three newborn, but even though I have never owned, or contemplated owning a rabbit (other than the kind that operates on batteries), I was thrilled! Much more of a dog person than anything (and not just because I can be a right bitch at times), I love all animals and my best companion over the past decade is without a doubt my ‘sister’, my parents’ golden retriever Siri. [...]