Cucumber Club
Junior Guinea Pig
Some of you may recall Scoffer whom I used to post about on here last year, he was the May pin up boy in the fundraising calendar.
Scoffer died in early June from old age and tumours. He spent the last four months of his life living free range in a house I looked after over the winter, and his character really shone through. He got up to all sorts of crazy stuff, including trying to play a guitar with his teeth!
Here's a poem I wrote for him.
Mindfulness
(a poem for Scoffer)
The world begins at the end of his nose.
A heady scent of petals, bent stems and bitter sap.
Torn roots expose damp, musty peat.
His whiskers probe the gaps between,
a vivid, criss crossing cage of green,
yielding stems and foliage,
fleshy, with captured summer days.
He gnaws off a proud, golden head,
still studded with raindrops, like beads of light,
then pushes further into the tangle.
As dandelions become guinea pig, the only sound is chewing.
There is only this sensation, this scent and this sight.
Nothing else exists, everything is here and now.
Heaven, in wild flowers.
https://i858.photobucket.com/albums...4_261021860686123_554178255_n_zpsfed7da5b.jpg
Scoffer died in early June from old age and tumours. He spent the last four months of his life living free range in a house I looked after over the winter, and his character really shone through. He got up to all sorts of crazy stuff, including trying to play a guitar with his teeth!
Here's a poem I wrote for him.
Mindfulness
(a poem for Scoffer)
The world begins at the end of his nose.
A heady scent of petals, bent stems and bitter sap.
Torn roots expose damp, musty peat.
His whiskers probe the gaps between,
a vivid, criss crossing cage of green,
yielding stems and foliage,
fleshy, with captured summer days.
He gnaws off a proud, golden head,
still studded with raindrops, like beads of light,
then pushes further into the tangle.
As dandelions become guinea pig, the only sound is chewing.
There is only this sensation, this scent and this sight.
Nothing else exists, everything is here and now.
Heaven, in wild flowers.
https://i858.photobucket.com/albums...4_261021860686123_554178255_n_zpsfed7da5b.jpg
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