Burrs

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)