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Autumn and winter writing days
at Val’s.
Wood logs sparking in the hearth,
Dog sprawled before the fire,
fur singeing, ears cocked to
our halting efforts.

Yawning, dozing, her
bone-heavy head on someone’s foot.
Eyes – pools of Irish Whiskey – eager
for a pat, an ear-scratch, a dropped crisp.
Sadie. Latent mischief in a rough wheaten coat.

Honorary member of ninevoices,
we will miss you…