Fuzzy Dog
There’s been a death in the family;
thousands of brains cells expired overnight.
I mourn them of course, think about them,
wonder if they miss me, over there
wherever neurons go when they blink out.
I don’t feel dumb yet
but I will have to test myself regularly.
This poem may be the first experiment
that disproves my theory
that we have far too many brain cells.
I once had a dog with only three legs,
he never seemed to miss the fourth.
At the time I thought
he could even lose another leg
and still find ways
to hop around after a thrown ball.
How do I know I lost those cells?
There are fuzzy patches
maybe it’s just a passing fogginess.
Maybe I will bounce back,
or on the other hand
I might start chasing rubber balls.
Anyway, I’ll keep writing,
I don’t think poetry requires intelligence,
at least no more than your average
plucky three legged dog.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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