Monday, October 16, 2006
I Lost My Invisible Puppy
I lost my invisible puppy
when we were out walking today,
she disappeared into the bushes
and totally faded away.
My puppy is not too apparent,
my puppy is paler than pale,
she tends not to draw much attention,
she wags an invisible tail.
She wears an invisible collar,
her leash is invisible too,
I fear that she's vanished forever,
she's totally hidden from view.
I'll miss her obscure little antics,
her odd indiscernible tricks,
she chased inconspicuous crickets,
she fetched undetectable sticks.
My poor imperceptible puppy
is probably still in the park,
perhaps if I pay close attention,
I'll hear her inaudible bark.
by Jack Prelutsky
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About Me
- Sometimes Good
- I came to Minneapolis from southern California this May to help my 88-year-old mother care for my 86-year-old father. He fell last November, and then declined cognitively for a month as his bones healed at a rehab facility under quarantine. He hasn't undeclined. Before retiring in the 1990s, he was a theater critic, & still seems to have some of his self-confidence and wit alongside vascular dementia, Parkinsonisms, incontinence and real trouble walking. Given his otherwise-ok health, he might still have some tolerable years ahead, though with new parameters. My mom's a novelist. She seems made of iron.
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