She’s been getting all nostalgic lately, remembering lots of things from a long, long time ago. Like the big snowfall when she was little and had to be carried to school because it was so deep… Or playing with all the toys in the storeroom of the place where her mother worked…
Then she does that thing where she smiles while her eyes are leaking and I can’t work out whether I’m s’pposed to comfort her or not.
Weird, these two legses…
Anyway, I have told you about the Long Remembering of my kind… and shared one of our stories… We remember the important things… and we all have our own ways of touching these special memories.
Today Ruby’s two-legs has come over to share an adventure with us… It is good to know Ruby is tucked up safe and warm now.
P.S. If you would like to join the fun and be part of my Advent Calendar, just send me your Christmas stories, poems and memories… or even share your letters to Santa Paws.
I’d love to hear from anyone with fur or feathers, four-legs or even two!
(Email my two-legs at email@example.com).
Ruby’s Christmas Adventure
Ruby’s outside in the snow
Why she’s there she doesn’t know.
The moon is bright up in sky
The stars are twinkling, about to fly.
All is silent, there’s not a sound
As gentle snow covers the ground.
Ruby’s nose picks up a smell
What it is she cannot tell.
Then she hears hear a baby’s cry
And angelic voices from the sky.
Picking up her favourite ball
Off she trots to answer the call.
Softly padding through the snow
Following her nose she knows which way to go.
There is a bright star to lead the way.
So from the path she will not stray.
Following the the happy sound
Ruby wonders what is to be found
As she rounds the corner there’s a surprise.
She can’t believe her doggy eyes.
There’s a couple in the barn
Belonging to the nearby farm.
The whole place is full of light
Ruby’s never seen it so cosy and bright.
The young couple and the angels soon spot Ruby.
They beckon her in to meet their newbie.
What a beautiful child,
Makes this starlit walk worthwhile.
Ruby walks into the stall
Into the manger she drops her favourite ball.
Ruby then sits a while bathing in warmth of love.
Brought this night from heaven above.
Finally Ruby leaves for home
Suddenly so tired she’s grown.
As walks back through the snow
Her pace is laboured and she is slow.
Suddenly she can walk no more
She sees her home but can’t reach the door.
In the snow she lays down
Hopefully, she will be found.
The blackness descends
Ruby’s lost, she needs her friends.
Slowly she collapses into the snow.
She is too old and it’s too far for her to go.
Ruby sleeps, a smile on her face.
The snow covers her every trace.
Ruby wakes, wrapped in a blanket in her bed.
Her two legs crouching by her head.
What was she doing so far from home
We could of lost her out there alone.
Wondering where she had been
Was it real or a dream .
Ruby smiles she knows what’s she’s seen.
She hopes the baby likes her ball.
Ruby dreams of him so cute and small.
About Ruby’s Two-legs
I am the mum of three boys all now grown and flown to live their own lives. Luckily they do keep in touch and visit often, sadly not as much as they used to during these covid times. I also now have two beautiful grandsons.
When I started this blog I had not long come home from hospital after an accident in which I broke my back, for the second time in twenty years. I was in hospital for a month and had three operations.
It has taken me a long time to recover, I am still recovering but every day my body is getting stronger.It has taken a huge toll on me mentally I had to retire early on health grounds, I had to come to terms with finding out people I thought were friends were not. I had to make a new life for myself.
Writing poetry and prose has helped me a great deal, in fact I think it has saved my life. The people I have met on WordPress over the last nine years are now very dear friends. I have not met all of my blog friends but feel I have. Those I have met at the Bloggers Bashes we have had in the past did not disappoint.🙂
You can find me at https://willowdot21.wordpress.com
And at facebook as Willow Willers