Poetry today

Instead of teasing on this Tuesday, I'm spending the day submitting some poems and an article for reprint. While going through my files, I found this one that I wrote just after our dog Blue passed away. It's probably one that I'll never sell (too many sentimental dog poems appear in editors' inboxes!), so I decided to post it here.


Feeling Blue


The cat has her pick
Of the overlarge beds.
And at the dinner table,
My hand falls on empty air.

1 comments:

RAD - Dot Painter said...

A dog will find you when they need your love more than ever. I am sorry about your lost friend.

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