A bump under the doona, <br />there <br />to share <br />the emptiness. <br /> <br />My mute companion, <br />licking me <br />lovingly <br />over eight tangled weeks. <br /> <br />I listen to the wheeze <br />of her doggy breath <br />and drift into dreams <br />of trolleys and hospital corridors. <br /> <br />I walk her before dawn. <br />She doesn't complain, <br />but bounds to the door <br />to bark at the moon. <br /> <br />My faithful Ella, <br />watchdog without peer <br />lifts a paw quizzically <br />‘I'm here. I’m here’.<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bump-under-the-doona/
