Your Dying Spouse 712 - A Christmas Gift {Five Minute Friday}

Christmas came early for Yellow Boy.

He's a little Pittie who's been hanging around, accepting food and water but not letting anyone near.

And this morning he said, the heck with it.

I was outside with a leash, checking his whereabouts prior to walking Denali the Manic Husky, when he came running up and stuck his head through the collar.

Now he's inside, in a quarantine crate (we don't know his background), but he's warm, and his belly is full. As I write this he's trying to stay awake...afraid, I think, that this was all a dream.

It's not, little guy. Merry Christmas!

And for everyone out there in Five Minute Friday Land and beyond, here's my Christmas gift to you.

I think I’ve eaten too much chicken;

their strutting specters haunt my dreams,

there’s been excessive finger-lickin’;

can you, someone, hear my screams?

They crowd around, with sharpened beaks

and eyes aflame from long abuse;

each will find that which he seeks,

a part of ‘human’ he can use.

I say I did not run the fryer,

nor sever wing from juicy breast,

but their icy words are dire:

“You have robbed our very nest.”

I am lost in hell’s worst frights,

beset by hordes of poultrygeists.

Although I'm sorely tempted to offer Rufus Thomas' Do The Funky Chicken, insted the musical accompaniment will be from the Goo Goo Dolls, with my favourite Chritmas song, Better Days.

Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.

Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.

Marley, the canine waif from Afghanistan, whom WE helped save, has a Facebook page! Please drop by to see how happy he is today.

Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.