Late Sunday night I’m sipping tea
and watching the end
of, “Ray Donovan: The Movie.”
Chauncey, the puppy, should be
running in dreams after
hounding Mlady and Dotty
all day; instead, he’s nibbling
What a silly, synchronous
act of comforting.
Note: Chauncey passed away in 2016, but he remains alive in my memory. David asked if the top photo was of him. No, it isn’t, but I found one of him as a puppy to share:
Mish is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Mish says:
Would you like to nibble at some poetry? Add the word or form of the word, nibble to your poem of 44 words, not including the title. A culinary theme is fine but certainly not required. There are many things to nibble on.