Autumn and winter writing days
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…