Tuesday, September 04, 2012

This mortal coil

The rain's pouring-drip-ping against the wooden house, then - unexpectedly - ratchets up a double notch: now it's a sodden downpour.
I'm in bed, listening
There's a beautiful but tumoured dog with gentle eyes and soft fur lying at the foot of my bed, it's the first time she's sleeping here.
She is dying.

1 comment:

Monkey Man said...

I adore the rain....I've only ever lived in a wooden house, it can be magical, all the creeks and squeeks....and your tender heart shines brightly dear friend when talking of the dog<3