It's Still Life

That Dog

And your little dog, too.
Toto.
Barking at wind and witches
and straw and wizards.

I’m not an enthusiast
of fluff and noise.
Terriers — they’re too small
to know their place.

No perspective.
A constant scurry.
No waiting
for their own tail.

My dog never barked at wind.
Nor witches. Far too smart
to bark at straw.
She died yesterday, and that’s
when a house fell on me.

And her silence grows — it’s
water spilling on water.
It grows.
It just grows.

written for Miz Quickly Day 22: Objects. image from Unsplash. Used without restrictions.