Miss Moon died a few months ago. The day after, I adopted another chi-mix from ARF, a small black bug-eyed girl I’ve named Charlie Little Bug, after Charlie The Lorikeet, who lives happily (I hope) in Riverhead with a lovely couple and about ten other birds, dogs, and cats. CLB is adorable, still a bit yappy, but they all are when they first arrive and all seem to settle into complacency after the first year. She’s a good little tyke, tries very hard to learn everything and get it all right. It was one of those love at first sight things that seems to happen to me with abnormal frequency. In love again.
So, nothing more profound than a shopping list. More prime for the pump, please.

for Miss Moon, who died

fleecy pillow bed, clean and folded.
little bowl, washed and dried
and finally,
tucked away.
huge brave mighty beating heart
still, and from now on,
resounding silent.
How did such an enormous
amazing
self
ever
ever fit into
someone
so
small