My dogs find joy everywhere. They easily get lost in a smell in the grass and leaves that drift in the breeze. But a new toy-that has them prancing and dancing.
A few of my small joys:
Raw Sugar hand soap- smells great and feels even better.
Funky socks from the Paul Smith store in Las Vegas.
A walk in the park – a natural attitude adjuster.
socks and soap
and a walk in the park-
by, Susan Stone
Writing prompt from Alex:
The breathing exercise (stole this from school).
Breath in and breath out.
Now, breath in, and write a sentence containing the word dog before you breath out (don’t think much about it).
Elaborate on the sentence to make a poem.
My Rescue Dog
Woof – see me.
Howl – hear me.
Whine – protect me.
Sigh – I’m home.
He’s afraid of sounds that we take for granted. A vacuum cleaner, a razor and even the sound of a tape, sends his guard dog senses on high alert.
Like a crow, he remembers where bad things come from and he channels his most furious voice to scare the disturbances away.
He protects us, his new family, in the only way he knows how. After all, it takes skills to protect your humans when you’re four pounds and walk with a limp.
Write a poem about a thunderstorm without using the words rain, thunder, or lightning. Thank you, the poet billow , for this prompt.
Monsters From the Sky
one snores- unfazed-
one shakes and drools-
giant monstrous rumbles-
turning night into day-
water gathers beneath the window-
calm cleansing breeze-
darkness returns the night-
poem and photo, Susan Stone
Kittens and Monsters
Horrendous stench, paralyzing darkness,
growls and grunts – gigantic nightmare.
Cuddly fur ball, humming purrs,
silly moist nose and cartoon mug.
Razor teeth, pointed ears,
hide and seek attack – stealth night vision.
Copyright photo, Susan Stone
bristly, soft, slightly smelly,
lazy, tired, pooped,
ears perked, laser hearing,
eye closed, REM dreaming,
see z’s, hear snores,
copyright photo, Susan Stone