“Ok Buffy, come on.” <br />I said as I opened the back door <br />Buffy came inside the house <br />prancing, then dancing <br />on her two hind legs. <br /> <br />With great expectations she <br />knew it was time “Walkies.” <br />I got her leash, latched it <br />on her collar. Though wild with <br />excitement I could control Buffy <br /> <br />she is only a small dog; <br />besides I weigh more than she does. <br />Her tail wagged wildly I told her to sit <br />while I fetched my crutches I needed <br />them for my bum hip. <br /> <br />Cartwright is a suburb with a maze of <br />walkways, a labyrinth of footpaths in all <br />directions, intermingled amongst fibro houses <br />and flats. We stepped out onto the walkway, <br />it was early evening with a slight breeze. <br /> <br />“There they are Buffy, Venus, Saturn and Jupiter.” <br />Telling Buffy where the planets were in the <br />crystal clear evening sky. <br />“Complete with Vincent Van Gogh’s moon.” <br />Buffy just walked on ahead tugging on her leash. <br /> <br />I held her leash on the handle grip of my crutch <br />as we walked the walkways. I had to be mindful <br />of cats, I have to protect Buffy from them. <br />The cats stalked Buffy wanting to <br />box Buffy’s ears in. <br /> <br />We walked to Eloure Park and sat on a <br />knee high log fence. Looking up I said. <br />“The amount of stars here Buffy is only half <br />of what there is, all the rest are blocked out by <br />Light pollution, smoke and real pollution. <br /> <br />Now in the bush, Buffy one could see <br />far more of these stars and the sight <br />is virtually hallucinatory. Thousands <br />upon thousands of stars, I felt I could <br />touch them in the night sky. <br /> <br />Come on Buffy, time to go back home.” <br />We walked the same way <br />back along the walkway <br />we came, passing the yapping <br />dog behind the fence. <br /> <br /> 8/9/08<br /><br />Jerry Behr Number 2<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/buffy-2/
