It's Still Life

Just Sometimes

My dog doesn’t do
conspiracy theories or
Times crossword puzzles
but she likes to go for walks
and pull on ropes
to breaking point,
or at least she used to.
My dog doesn’t care
about iambic pentameter
or where words fall in poems
but she likes cold tiled floors
in summer heat and
laying by the fire in winter,
or at least she used to.
My dog doesn’t
understand giddy-up
or want postcards when
I’m away, and sometimes
I think I hear my dog,
sometimes I think my dog
is watching.
And just sometimes I think
my dog’s still here,
even though
she’s no longer with me.

Written for Napowrimo Day 17: Write about a dog (or a pet or animal). Writers’ Digest: Write a “mad” poem. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #glopowrimo #napowrimo on Twitter