Belle And The Gemenids

I love meteor showers, and so, I think, would Service Dog Belle (who looks exactly like a seventy-pound German Shepherd puppy), if they didn't happen IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, DAD!

Thus, the Gemenids, in the wee hours of December 14.

 "The Gemenids are in the sky,

it's 4am, Belle, let's go see!"

The dog gave me the evil eye

and said, "Dad, are you KIDDING me?

Just to the porch if you insist,

we'll wait for one, and no more, please,

for, dear Dad, if you resist

I'm going to have to bite your knees."

And so we saw a meteor

trace bright in the empyrean,

then I was pushed back through the door

(Belle don't say what she don't mean).

"Let's get Mom, Belle, yeah, what say?"

"Do you, Dad, want to die today?"

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is ANNOUNCE. Ok, let's see...

Tell the world about His birth,

about His death and rising,

announce the Gospel to the Earth,

though some may be despising

your faith and all the joy withal,

claim it's a false construction,

and force your back up to the wall

and plan on your destruction.

But silence is not fitting here,

not even in the grimmest hour;

sing your praises strong and clear,

and know you need not cower

because the Lord for Whom you fight

brings dawn that ends the pagan night.

Five minutes on the nose. But whose nose?

Music from Oliver, with Good Morning Starshine. If you miss the Sixties, they're baaaack.

Sylvia prefers ice cream by day to shooting stars by night (but she and I once DID see a daytime meteor!).