Ahh, how nice, it’s the penultimate day of April and I get to write about my dog. Or is it the other way around?
Prompt 29: “Today, I challenge you to write a paean to the stalwart hero of your household: your pet.”
The title of the post comes from this quote by Charles Yu that I found on Facebook:
As for the poem, first I had to check for the meaning (and pronunciation) of paean. When I saw that it has no fixed form, I relaxed. Then I got an idea.
Carries the heart
on the windowsill,
Would buy the world
a bone. Even better:
shoo away the birds.
Just smiles at them.
“Amici,” she tells me,
when they are clearly
invading our air space.
Sometimes she hides a treat
for me to find, and I pretend
to search for a while.
It amuses her,
like when I choose the wrong hand,
without the treat. So funny.
It can be hard
to take her out, though.
Can’t see it’s for her own good.
Won’t leave the screen.
like a mule.
all things considered,
I couldn’t ask for a better pet.
That’s what I meant.
Some days I feel like I do nothing but post bestia photos. Here are some more. As a commentator said under my yesterday’s post At home, he does look rather majestic.
Tomorrow is the last day of April! And possibly the last day that amore is home from work. Friday is holiday, Monday back to business, most probably.
Tomorrow is Thursday, so expect the last poem of this year’s poetry month to have a door relation again.
I don’t know about you, but to me April went by in a flash, as did all the quarantine and all my life.