Day 5:
from the corner
of the house
I could see
the bull’s nostrils flare
I covered my eyes
and peeked through
two fingers
with one eye
our little rescue dog
the Schnoodle we
named Boo Radley
for his timid demeanor
the Schnauzer-Poodle mix
abandoned
in a duplex
by his former family
found by a landlord
matted and starving
thirsting to death
our Boo Radley
with more issues
than a decade of
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Boo, who trembles
when a cell phone dings
who drops his ears
when we pick him up
who has a nervous
breakdown when he
smells the heat
from the toaster
who sits and stares
down the driveway
when one of us
should be coming home
our Boo Radley
did a most
surprising thing
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Oh, I wish Boo Radley had a brother I could adopt. What a sweet boy!
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Thank you, Joanne!
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Kim, oh my! Such a sweet tale. We fall more in love with the hero here. I love when you describe Boo’s bad history and then immediately follow with the rescued “our Boo Radley” my heart warmed.
I had to read this and reread to catch the analogy. So funny!
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