An Assortment of Furry Creatures

Explanations, Poetry, and the Presence of Dogs

And… ACM Weekly resumes after a brief hiatus during which I wrote only a little and posted still less. An alteration to my migraine medication had some less than useful results, and changing it back has led me to feel rather like some small, furry creature struggling to waken from hibernation.

Speaking of small, furry creatures, my sister and I discovered a tiny and badly damaged dog abandoned at our local post office. After some critical veterinary care, we brought her home. Little Cherry is now a member of our family. Here she is in a portrait my sister took of her just a couple of days after she came home with us, complete with a big plastic cone. She looks much better now! She is such an incredibly loving little mite.

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And now for the poetry.

When I wrote this following haiku, we had had some almost-wintry weather. In fact, there were snow flurries at our house one afternoon! I took my thirteen-month-old Shepsky pup Felix out to see his first glimpse of snow. As he is half Husky, he certainly took it all very naturally.

Magic of winter:
I take the puppy outside
for his first snowfall.

As I have posted a picture of Cherry, I will add here a picture I took of the fabulous Felix playing with a rock in the backyard. It was already much warmer when I took the photograph, with no signs that snow had ever fluffed down on the dry earth.

In the picture, Felix is playing a game he recently invented, one in which he pretends a rock is prey which he pounces upon, bats about with his paws to make it “run”, digs out of “burrows”, and so on. He has an excellent imagination!

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Here is a haiku for early morning.

The two doves landing,
draped in gold from the new sun,
draw my eyes eastward.

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And finally, there are rabbits, the epitome of small, furry things…

The Splendour of Rabbits

Let us sing
The splendour of rabbits,
With their fur of five colours
As soft as silk velvet;
With the leap of an antlered stag
And as fleet of foot;
As furtive as Oberon
And as wayward as Puck;
Yet with the gentle, large eyes
Of a Madonna painted upon gold.

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