JACARANDA TREE
Crooked or Squiggly
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Emerging: For Sunday Stills
Now and Then
Now and Then
Once upon a time when wizardry was at its height,
some brides had a big surprise on their wedding night.
The guy they met one muggy day while walking by the bog,
might transform from handsome prince back into a frog.
They were naive to fall for any guy who came along,
for dangerous fabrications could be purchased for a song,
but with no wizard of their own, how were they to know?
There were frogs disguised at princes wherever girls might go.
I’ve told this story many times, but to no avail.
I simply can’t get modern girls to listen to my tale.
They can’t believe this selfsame thing can still happen to them.
Absurd to think that frogs turn into princes just to woo.them.
But heed well my warning, young women ripe for wedding.
Men will do most anything to implement their bedding.
They’re on their best behavior until you are their wife,
but changes they’ve enacted may well not be for life.
Prompts today are wedding, fabrication, dangerous, sorcery and muggy. Image by David Clode on Unsplash.
Bougainvilleas: Cee’s FOTD, May 3, 2022
What do you think?
Is it time for a new bed for Zoe? This is a photo taken today:
And this is a photo taken a couple of months ago in the same bed:
Look how tiny she was compared to my hand.
But, here is a photo of Frida when she first came to live with me:
She looks pretty tiny too, and this is the size she ended up being:
This is what Forgottenman said to me when I jokingly asked him if he thought I should invest in a larger bed: “She’ll need one eventually when you realize her grandfather was a St Bernard. Maybe get her a bigger bed now and put them side by side. Let Zoe decide.”
As you can see in the photo above, Frida and Diego were the same size. Now see this photo of Diego and Zoe together so you can see how large a very small dog (such as Frida was when she was the size of Zoe) can become:
And Zoe and Diego and Morrie’s walking buddy, Oscar. Finally, she gets to go along.
New Neighbor
New Neighbor
We exercise due diligence, but still we find we can’t
avoid the proclamations and the daily rant
that we’ve had to put up with, lately, ever since
our new caustic neighbor started peering o’er the fence,
raising his head above it by standing on a stump
to spread the raving tirade that he loves to dump
on anybody present who’s so unfortunate
as to visit our back yard and encounter this nut.
Every time I go outside, I must absorb his spewing.
He seems to have some radar that tracks all that we’re doing,
so when I take the garbage out, he’s always out there, too,
spreading verbal garbage that he’s amassed anew.
I guess there’s only one way to get out of this groove.
It may seem excessive, but I think we’ll have to move.
We’ll find a brand new house that has a tall back wall
and rebuff any neighbors who should try to call.
We’ll be the sort of neighbors that no one seems to know,
but we’ll have blessed privacy when we go out to mow !
Prompt words today are stump, anybody, caustic, diligent and absorb. Image by Waldemar Brandt on Unsplash.
Wildflowers: FOTD May 2, 2022
Moon Doggies at Zero Gravity : Wordle 551
Moon Doggies at Zero Gravity
If you were going to the moon how would you train a pup
if every time he used the box, his efforts floated up?
Would you relish an eternity of pets leaving a trail
embellishing the ceiling every time they raised their tail?
Every time a planet went flashing swiftly by,
you’d miss the spectacle of it. I’ll tip you off just why.
You’d be a pet detective with your private eye
checking for doggie caca that might be floating by.
We’ve all heard of Moondoggies, but they’re a different kind.
To date all moon explorers have left their dogs behind.
Prompts this week for the Sunday Whirl Wordle 551 are: pet eternity boxflash detective check relish planets embellish moon tip. Image by John Baker on Unsplash.
The Plot Thickens
See this dog??
And see this dog?
Can you tell which one is Zoe? The first photo I found on a site about Chiweenies–evidently the new “it” dog with breeders. This Chihuahua/Dachshund hybrid supposedly produces all kinds of mixtures of the two breeds, but the cutest I saw was Zoe’s. So, folks, I think it is pretty definite that I am the proud mama of a Chiweenie!
Hate to admit I’m still having problems remembering Zoe’s name, let alone her breed. Better choice than a Dachshuahua, though, don’t you think?
7 A.M.
Waking up Mom
7 A.M.
Their rebuke is most benign.
Cats yowl protest. The dogs all whine.
As outside dogs slip into gear,
Zoe wakes up and bites my ear.
Their stomachs are a timetable
that I will meet if I am able.
I drag myself out of my bed.
If only I could sleep instead!
The hour that I hit the hay
I fear was not so far away.
Three hours of sleep or perhaps four
were all I had. Surely, not more.
Just as I thought to jump sleep’s hurdle
I remembered, “Daily Wordle!”
Grabbed computer, filled every square,
weeding out vowels my only care.
Wordle in five or four or three?
I cannot sleep until I see.
But later, morning comes too soon
as animals begin their croon.
I move to kitchen to feed cats,
open the door, put bowls on mats,
fill with kibble and with wet
catfood, and they still their fret.
Move to back door, feed each dog
different portions, mind in fog.
Zoe inside, big dogs out,
fends off pilfering and pout.
What I gain in remuneration
is their ceasing excitation.
Whines replaced by scraping beat
of metal dishes on concrete,
clicking jaw and lapping tongue
as cats and dogs both old and young
enjoy results of their design.
Then, back to bed as they all dine!
Prompt words today are concrete, remuneration, design, rebuke and timetable.
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