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| Image/ Rufina Rusakova |
A Monday Morning Poem for Scooter
This frog princess sniffs the delphinium,
while she listens to the deaf silence of the room.
Millennial monsters feed on
the impending demise of her moonlight.
Frightened, this small sleepy creature leaps
to pause above the pond of stagnant wisdom.
Whimsical doubt lingers beneath the surface of
an ordinary dream…She reaches for coffee.
Yes coffee, butterscotch in color, in a green mug
with flowers of lavender, crocus and Queen Anne’s lace.
As the last drop spills down the gullet, hazel eyes grasp
what is written in the bottom of the cup, ‘Bee Kind’.
Her tongue flickers out to taste this message
…rolls it in the mouth and relays it to the mind in bullfrog
fashion, ribbet, ribbet, be kind to the old dog.
Yes, lead her out to pee and poo, in to drink and eat .
Before she goes back to sleep, massage the sweet
spot beneath her neck and the white one behind her
coffee-colored ears, while giving drops she hates,
but the vet says she needs, one in each eye.
Wait 5 minutes for the antibiotic one, just in the right.
Whisper and croon words she understands through
touch and smell of kindness, though she does not hear
or see anything but light and darkness.
Thirteen trips around the sun, ninety-one, in dog years,
she stumbles to her pallet bed. Hunkering her head
in cushioned repose, she collapses and
sinks, totally relaxed in canine release.
Should I join her? Shall I follow her lead?
Or proceed with my week on this Monday
in June…too soon, but not soon enough for
touch and smell of kindness.
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| Carolyn S. Mahnke |
Carolyn S. Mahnke is a registered nurse and retired Certified Diabetes Care and Education Specialist, living in Albuquerque, New Mexico. She loves gardening, mothering, “grand mothering”, quilting, walking, swimming, and writing. She has written and published four poetry books: Howl at the Moon and Tell Outrageous Truth, Howl from the Center of Being, Howling from Senior Moments, and Second Story View. She enters her 80th decade with energy and enthusiasm, nourished and encouraged by friends and family, especially by Nadia Colburn’s online writing community.
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