One Woman's Quest II

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Burrs

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How many winter walks
ended with burrs matted
in curly Wheaton hair;
how you wriggled
to escape the grooming,
how we laughed at your
jokester antics?

Your spirit still fills
the empty spaces,
I hear the jingle of
your collar, catch
a whiff of terrier fluff,
pull on an invisible leash
whenever I encounter burrs.

(For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

4 thoughts on “Burrs”

spanishwoods says:

December 22, 2019 at 4:45 pm

Really love this.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  December 22, 2019 at 6:54 pm
  
  Thank you.
  
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Jazz Jaeschke says:

December 20, 2019 at 8:49 am

Oh, love this … the image and the memories.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  December 20, 2019 at 11:40 am
  
  Thanks Jazz. Something only a dog owner can appreciate.
  
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