The Small Dog’s Passenger

The night was calm, the air was sweet,
The rain had stopped, the moon was high,
The small dog lay outside the door
To watch the stars play in the sky.

“Okay, small dog, it’s bedtime now,
You must come in, I’ll lock the door.”
Reluctantly she made a move
And came into the warm once more.

A puzzled frown upon her face…
A shake of head, a flap of ear…
She seemed perplexed and looked around,
She wasn’t happy, that was clear.

“What is it, girl? Not poorly ears?”
The ears in question dropped, she’d heard,
Crawled on the sofa, curled up tight,
For ‘ears’ is a four-letter word.

I cuddled her instead a while,
But now and then she’d shake and twitch.
So, getting quite concerned, I asked,
“What is it, girl, that makes you itch?”

She did not answer, just got up
And vigorously shook her head,
Then with a smiling sigh, she left
To curl up, happy, in her bed.

It was quite late, I took the hint,
And barefoot stood upon the rug,
I wondered what her problem was,
Looked down and thought, “Is that a bug?”

It wriggled… all twelve inches long…
I watched it writhe, contort and squirm…
While laid out on the patio
She’d obviously ‘caught’ a worm!

Now me and worms do not get on,
I do not mind them in the earth,
But writhing on my rug at night?
Of such a length and such a girth?

I grabbed my slippers, double-quick,
Then made the kitchen in a rush,
Returning to evict the thing,
By wielding dustpan and the brush.

The dog looked on, I heaved a sigh,
“O writer, please, would you confirm,”
The small dog said, with eyes alight,
“Did I just have my first ‘earworm’?”

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue  passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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55 Responses to The Small Dog’s Passenger

  1. Ritu's avatar Ritu says:

    Bless you, Ani 💜

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  2. willowdot21's avatar willowdot21 says:

    Oh! Annie an earworm no less, and it didn’t even have a tune!! 💜

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  3. Love this. Though I don’t envy you the worm encounter.

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  4. Jaye Marie & Anita Dawes's avatar jenanita01 says:

    Oh dear, never a dull moment with Ani, is there?

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  5. Mary Smith's avatar Mary Smith says:

    Poor Ani. It must have been disconcerting for her. I wish I could get rid of ‘earworms’ so easily 🙂

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  6. V.M.Sang's avatar V.M.Sang says:

    Poor Ani. But I’m glad she got rid of it herself and it didn’t mean a trip to see the V.E.T.

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  7. Oh wolf!! The horror!!😂

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  8. This is great Sue. I don’t mind worms or snails, but slugs? urgh!!

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  9. I love this poem so much! The rhythm and rhyme, the “small dog”…it’s all delightful. Thank you for sharing such a great poem! 🙂

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  10. Darlene's avatar Darlene says:

    That must have been a big worm! Dot would not have been happy to have that on her either.

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  11. Eliza Waters's avatar Eliza Waters says:

    Oh, golly, that gave me complete shudders!

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  12. Ani, dont worry. He was only a fan of you. Want to wispering you details for the new story. 😉

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  13. Only the Daft Dog could acquire a literal earworm! 😉

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  14. Hahaha! I love how she was so *clearly* communicating, but it’s often so hard to get what a dog wants!

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  15. Eeek! Sue, you need to get out the de-worming medication. Poor old Ani.

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  16. macjam47's avatar macjam47 says:

    Poor Ani, it must have been driving her crazy! The worm on the carpet I can handle. However, you’d have been able to hear me clear over there if I found a large (or small) centipede or millipede or whatever they’re called. I’m glad it worked out so Ani and you could get some sleep. Hugs.

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