It's Still Life

That Dog

And your little dog, too. Toto. Totally Toto. Barking at wind and witches and straw and wizards. I’m not an enthusiast of cute and fluff noise. Terriers — too small to know their place. No perspective. A constant scurry, and never waiting for their own tail. My dog never barked at wind. Nor witches. My dog’s an English Springer. She died yesterday, and that’s when a house fell on me.

Her silence grows — it’s
Water spilling on water.
And it grows.

for dVerse Poets, Haibun Monday, #29 in the series.