Blackberry's journal

As you liked the other one, I thought you might like to see this. I don't know whether you've ever heard the story before about our poor dog Buster and her pups who had to be destroyed after the pups were bitten by a rabid dog, and how we had to drive for a whole day to collect the vaccine, which then had to be administered by painful daily injections into the groin, 21 each for Ma and Pa and 14 for me.

Afternoon Rest 1951

The mad dog stands
by the basket of pups, fangs
bared in a terrible smile.
Their frantic mother barks
frenzied, stranded by her lead
wound round the table legs.
The yellow dog grips the pups
in his jaws, tossing them
yelping, one by one
into the air.

Frozen beneath the mosquito net
I agonise..............call for help......
risk attack................ or stay silent,
and who knows what will happen?

"Daddy come quick and bring your gun,
the mad dog's here", that and the barking
bring him full pelt and naked
loading as he runs.
Shaking, half-blind without his glasses
he shoots....................and misses.

The rabid dog stares drooling
as Pa reloads, then,
contemptuous, indifferent,
leaps through the woven grass
of the hut wall.

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I'm actually now trying to construct a web-site where I will put all my poems, but I think it will take rather a long time.

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