like a beast

by Andrea Elizabeth

Cat in lap, young dog chewing rug label, other cat upstairs with homeworking daughter, other dog sleeping somewhere. The dead dog said hi Wednesday when I mowed past his grave “like a beast”, which is how my husband described my riding mowing. He said I’m faster and get closer to the trees than he does. I took a turn because he doesn’t know which flowers to leave alone.

Happy Namesday, George.

 

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