Dog

I don't seem to have any more blog posts in me, so here is a poem that I wrote about having a tantrum at work. Plz enjoy

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Today I cried because the chicken house door got stuck again and wouldn't open
I sobbed and stamped and swore

Cursing the nub of wood which wedged the door

Swollen with snow

And water that had forced itself between the old fibres and thickened with cold

Like muscles, shortening, broadening, barring my way

Everything barring my way

Again and again

New hardship each day

(Not to mention all the same old hardships which never go away)

And I snapped at the hens

Then I snapped at the dog

Who really hadn't done anything wrong

Except be innocent, cheerful, energetic

So I plodded to the end of the field

Finished the round

And felt remorseful

Repentant

Went to apologise to the dog

But she'd already forgiven and forgotten

Laid a stick at my feet

Inviting me to join her in endless joyful play

   "Those sticks won't herd themselves, Ellie"

If she could talk

That's what she'd say.