Heroes

I rate no kisses
In ordinary moments,
But I am also
The Provider Of The Food.
In the minutes which
I fill the ceramic bowl
I come clothed in praise,
When I set the food down, there,
No one is more beloved.
Next, I sit; I am
Slathered in grateful kisses
I have no escape,
So food is the way to win –
All pure doggie hearts,
Walking is miraculous
Work too, so dogs admire you.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Busy, Busy

I live in my head more often than not, but over the last two days, I have also spent time in the real world. Albeit, my real world, I did extensive work inside the house yesterday and outside it today.

My encounters with bugs, snakes, snails, reminded me why I prefer interiors. Guess I should expect the critters living in the woods, but they are creepy.

I brought in the towels used to sop up excess water when the Explorer leaks. As I got in the mud room a little green lizard, an anole, went flying across the room. It promptly hid out. I said some prayers hoping I could return it to the wild, because it would die in here.

I fixed Pepperjack Cheese Waffle Fries and ate them. When I went back to the door awhile later I saw my visitor. I tried to catch it, but on the third try I prayed again, and somehow I caught the little cutie. I held its tail while it sat on my bicep and took it out to the porch.

I am glad to say the release was successful. I am quite sore, and my computers still won’t go on the internet, so I am brief.

I hope you have an excellent rest of the week. Everybody’s Working For The Weekend by Loverboy. Stay safe and remember love is what the whole world needs.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Doggy Discourses

I talk to my dogs
As if they give good advice,
But somehow it seems
Answers always spring live from
Inside me, friends, or technology.
My dogs provide such
Diversion of my division
I can almost decide
They are oracles sent with
Unique provision and blessing.
A cover story
For crazed habits of talk,
Talking to myself, answering,
Sometimes I need virtuoso advice,
Dogs, mine, ink in the blanks.
Living all alone,
By myself, on my lonesome own,
My dogs remind me
Of care when I would hideaway
Disengage, abandon society.
Tribble and Wookie, with clarity
Encourage me to explore
Beyond space, outside our front door;
They maybe understand
I have become a shadow cast present
From the glories of the discontinued past,
But my girls are entirely unwilling
To give me up, let me fade, they love me,
As well as doggy beings, hearts, minds may,
It helps me keep going every day.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan