You look as if you’re giggling
and your tail is madly wriggling
Yes, I know that all you want to do is run.
But, Poppet, we’re not racing
and we’re tired of all the chasing.
I’m warning you, this isn’t any fun!
I thought that you adored me
and is this how you reward me?
If I were you, I’d hang my head in shame.
You’re going to cop it, Poppet
if you don’t let go and drop it.
Just stop it!
You are ruining our game!
As long as I live will I ever remember
Those bright eyes shining under the table,
Of a black and tan kelpie, who was silently saying:
“Will you be my friend? Can I be yours, too?
“Can we be friends?—yes! the best of. And if you
Love me, fun me, feed, and de-flea me,
I’ll guard and care for you, and ever be there,
For you’ll be my friend—yes!—and I’ll be yours, too.”
She was my ‘best of…’, and I loved her and kept her
Til, old, deaf and blind, she lay down and died.
Then gone were the walkies, my petting this pal,
But memories, good memories, will ever remain.
Memories, dear memories, so near and so dear,
Of a woofity pal who just wanted a friend.
Thanks, Mum, for Tammy, with her bright eyes so shining,
Who sat ’neath the table waiting for me.
There is a special place in our hearts and souls
That can only be filled by someone
who instinctively understands us,
Loves us unconditionally,
Is never demanding of our love and attention
But is always grateful for it.
That’s why pets are family.
Sioban says: This piece was written for a friend after their dog died. Pets especially dogs are so the ultimate carers, they bring so much to our lives and expect so little in return. Cats on the other hand…..
This is where we used to walk
On the beach
I collect driftwood
All different shapes and sizes
Jimmy would fetch the small pieces
I smash them against the rock
I pick up some pumice stone
It’s light and scrunchy, like a macaroon
Jimmy was so heavy
Especially when he got wet
I scrunch the pumice stone
It crumbles to dust
I see a rat
It scuttles behind a rock, sinister and sneaky
Jimmy chased rats and barked at them
I touch and tickle the sand with my toes
There are millions of grains – too many to count
Jimmy liked to dig in the sand
I sort some shells
No-one’s living in them now
They’re empty and quiet
Like my place
Coloured glass glitters
Smoothed by the sea water
Mum calls it treasure
She says Jimmy was a treasure
Near the waves seaweed settles
Someone told me you can eat it
Jimmy used to chew it and spit it out
That made me laugh
I discover a dead seagull
Was it old when it died?
I bet Jimmy would roll on it
And come home smelly
A plastic bag floats in front of me
It shouldn’t be here
But I wish Jimmy was
I watch an old man and his dog
Looking out at the blueness
His dog barks at the seagulls
Just like Jimmy
I grin, remembering.
I think I spy sea monsters hiding in the waves
But I am alone.
Or am I?
I’m sure Jimmy’s watching me.
I hate it when it happens
and I bet you hate it too.
You’re just walking on the footpath
and there’s dog-poo on your shoe.
And your friends say ’Phew!
I don’t want to sit with you
‘cause you just trod in dog-poo
and there’s dog-poo on your shoe.”
I know the dogs can’t help it.
Dogs just do what dogs just do.
But, owners, when you walk your dogs,
please collect the poo.
- Author comment: “M.Y.D.B.” is to be ‘published’ as a laminated sign on the grassy footpath near a Bush-care site I work on. For obvious reasons.
Best friends can be short or tall
bright or quiet
booky or sporty
anything at all,
mine just happens to be
a goofy, woolly, poodly, woodly
labradoodley type beastie
with a coat of gold,
soft as marshmallows.
Pinkest tongue, cool wet nose
that reminds me when
a hug is due,
boofy head that rests on my legs
like I’m the best pillow
ever,
following me
from room to room,
my loyal shadow, liquid eyes
of chocolate brown,
forever sad
even when eating,
but a shaggy, waggy tail
reveals a heart filled with happy
jazzy, fizzy stuff
that bubbles all around me,
tickling me with
love.
Today she brought a lizard’s tail
and dropped it at my feet.
and yesterday a mangled snail
was offered as a treat.
A present helps me when I’m flat.
It gives me such a lift
but not when it’s the family cat
delivering the gift.
