I simply cannot blog lately, compose prose. Oh well, no doubt the world will survive without another opinion. Verse it must be!

WHITE BITCH

Adored, coveted,
In certain quarters
Though snappy at times.
Biddable, at times.

Clairvoyant
Moon wailer,
Paws somehow armed
With a torch for the abyss.

Relentlessly peculiar,
Renowned for her ability to
Hunt, track, know, recover
And guide. Booked to transport

My sullied soul to the underworld
My bitch will indulge me
In our inside dope,
Guard against the induced coma

For my bitch knows
My wishes, follows
My instructions
So loyal and faithful is she.

Please,
Feed my bitch
A morsel of my corpse
As I depart.

My dog star. My white shepherd.
Alert, eager, fearless. Unlike me.
Dual natured. Exactly like me.
Are we the same critter?

Wait!
You’re not my white bitch,
You’re my white dog,
Bitch!