The girl began to pack.
My human was grinning,
but I smelled salt pooling behind her eyes.
When my human grins true,
she opens her mouth,
bares her teeth prettily,
her belly rumbles up a storm,
and her happy rushes out of her lips.
Her happy used to make me bark and run
back and forth, back and forth.
Now my spirit nuzzles against her shadow,
letting her know I’m still barking and running
back and forth behind the Veil.
“I’m so happy,” the girl said.
She knew my human felt her joy,
but she could also see all the sad being dammed.
“I’ll have to call you all the time to get recipes.
I will miss you so much, Mom. You know that?”
“Yes,” my human said,
and her sad frogged the word.
“I’m going to brew a cup of coffee. I’ll bring you one—”
My human stepped out without hearing
the girl say that she didn’t need anything.
My human’s sad spilled in the hallway.
She tried locking it inside the bathroom,
but I saw a few whimpers crawl under the door.
I walked through wood and memories,
let my human sense my presence…
And when the warmth of her shadow petted my essence,
I whispered into her soul:
“Tank’s watching, Mama.
Tank’s watching the girl pup.”
My human’s sad burst out of eyes and mouth,
and I chased it away
with the fiercest of all my howls.
with the fiercest of all my howls.
for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Kerry Says ~ If Only They Could Talk)
“from the point of view of a close animal companion”
I’m a tad late… but hey, I’m still dancing ;-)
Note: “Tank’s Watching” was inspired by conversations I had with my friend, Lorelei Eliora, right after her daughter, Sarai, got married and moved away. The wedding was blissful, of course, but anyone who has had to see a beloved child move away (for college, due to marriage, going into the military…) knows how difficult it is to see them pack their things and claim a new home. Being the one doing the packing is just as difficult. Life might be about to turn into a new adventure full of wonders (and a spouse *cough*), but there is always that bit of anxiety that accompanies novelty… My Lori and her Sarai are very lucky to have each other… plus an entire extended tribe raising energy for their happiness. And yes, there is good old Tank watching, too.
…and now to the Phantasmagoric Theater Tarot Deck Giveaway
The fifth Witches in Fiction 2014… Crafting Blooming Howls (countdown to the big event) giveaway is sponsored by Sarai. She ran into the Phantasmagoric Theater Tarot Deck while packing before joining her husband at his new duty station. She opened the deck, but never used it; so she thought it would make a good blog party giveaway. I agree, my Wicked Luvs, this oversize, quirky tarot deck is hysterically cute.
This is what you need to do to enter the Phantasmagoric Theater Tarot Deck giveaway:
1. Tell me about the strangest divination tool you’ve ever heard of.
For extra entries (one entry each):
2. Share this post on Facebook.
3. Share this post on Twitter.
4. Describe the Death card of the Phantasmagoric Theater Tarot Deck in three words.
5. If your pet (dog, cat, extra-hairy spouse) was a tarot card, which card would represent your pet… according to your pet?
Rules, details and stuff…
* I need to be able to contact the winner, so please add your email to your comment. Don’t want to share this info publicly? Email it to me: magalyguerrero(at)live(dot)com.
* You can group all your entries in a single comment. Or not. The choice is yours.
* To my Canadian winners, before you can claim your prize, I must test your mathematical yumminess by asking you a very obscure question, like… what’s 13 + .5. Yeah, obscure…
* This giveaway closes on October 20th, 2014, at 10:13 pm, EDT. The winner will be chosen using Random.Org, and announced on October 21st, 2014.
* Open worldwide, excluding any place where prohibited by law.
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