Coco dreams of a mommy
with indestructible arms.
Legs immune to canine incisors,
hands slathered in creamy Jif,
her eyes blind to his sniffs and squats.

A mouth that never says NO.

But Coco needs love too.
Mommy’s gentle arms to hold him,
coaxing little puppy dreams:
Wild romps through fresh cut grass.
Good Boys! at every street crossing.
Her eyes wide open to his endearing ways.

Her heart forever taken,
their bond never to be broken.

I want.
What?

What’s that I crave?
What will content me?

The sun shines.
Pieces fall into place.

The world – my world – runs in an orderly fashion.
And I’m good.

It doesn’t
and I’m not.

Seven random images posted the 11th of each month…

1. Hydrangea Blossom, circa 2017

2. I’m Ready for my Close Up, Mr. DeMille

3. Quippy and Sonorous, eh?

4. Rough Winter

5. Pulp or No Pulp?

6. This Doesn’t Go With Spring…

7. Puppy