Feeling… Fergus

This isn’t my dog,

I don’t have a dog,

never really been,

a dog person.

ok, that sounds weird, I like dogs, they are sweet, they are fun, they, apparently, help you to live longer.

I just saw this dog,

I am calling him Fergus, to me, he looks like a Fergus

on Facebook,

and thought,

Fergus looks,

like I feel.

I feel not myself,


a little,


I feel like,

I don’t know,


It’s beautiful and sunny,

and then cold af,

windy and rainy,

this is how my emotions,

are right now,

my confidence,


back and forth.

I mean,

I am thrilled to be,



a beautiful apartment,

that I can afford,

in my neighbourhood,

a better part of it,

with my friends,

as neighbours,

and some days,

I am so sad,

filled with fatigue,

and then the hope,

helped by sunshine,

beams again.

I don’t sleep well,

it affects my thoughts,

my dreams.

Georgie is acting weird,

well, weirder than usual.

He too,

is feeling ,


It’s as if he is saying,

Fergus, not Georgie,

is it ok to come out?

Am I welcome,

out among you?

Are things ever,

going to be ‘normal’ again?

I think we are all tired,

we are all weary,

we can all use a good cry,

followed by a face licking by Fergus.

Happy Spring,

Good Holy week,

hang in there,

soon, the vaccines,

for us younger folks(wink),

Stay safe, stay warm

Later girls,


By Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my very early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

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