Monday, January 9


i wished.
my big berfday wish,
blown out on a candle,
stuck in an ice cream sandwich.

one small treat,
one small candle,
one small day.

what's the likelihood of  a noble djinn,
a genie-meanie all miney, 'mo,
catching a ride on the wind to the woodsly goodness,
just in time t cross paths my my concentrated intentions,
hopes and dreams,
and unspoken desires?
that's pretend.
what's real is that i have a thick-set manly little barbarian battle-beast,
with little-to-no regard for whatever day it is in human time.
this is what berfdays are like now:

cute, for sure,
but not exactly what i had in mind.
crabtree wants all of my undivided attention,
always, in all ways, all the time, needy, needy, greedy in my face,
all over the place, with no personal space-
failing that,
a non-stop supply of cookies and bones and other edible distractions.
it's a whole lot of fun, i s'pose,
trying to squeeze in my own agenda, around the boisterous burly bull-terrible
terrier tendencies of my little man.
we have an arrangement, in a sense.
i have to get better at everything, and faster,
or he'll interject, infect, and ruin every last incremental inch and instance,
and turn it into excrement.
challenge accepted;
never quiet, never soft.....

1 comment:

Beznarf27 said...

Happy birthday. Earl sends salutations to Crabtree. Earl is an American Staffordshire Terrier and one of his good friends is Oink the bull terrier. He says Crabtree can be in his gang but he might have to freestyle it from wherever the heck he is in the good ole U.S of A because Tasmanian bulldogs and Staffordshire Terriers tend to be upside down snoring when U.S. Bull Terriers are up and about. He says "Just sayin'..." Anyhoo, happy birthday for January. It's almost time to deliver felicitations again.