Alison Cassidy - A Bump Under the Doona

A bump under the doona,
there
to share
the emptiness.

My mute companion,
licking me
lovingly
over eight tangled weeks.

I listen to the wheeze
of her doggy breath
and drift into dreams
of trolleys and hospital corridors.

I walk her before dawn.
She doesn't complain,
but bounds to the door
to bark at the moon.

My faithful Ella,
watchdog without peer
lifts a paw quizzically
‘I'm here. I’m here’.

Alison Cassidy

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