Friday, October 28, 2011

Harere's Diary, Part 30

Epipi 14
Dear Diary,
Today we went for a walk through town. We went past the food shops, and the cloth shops, and all those little shops down on the main street. Suddenly Femi stopped and growled at a bush. Ab went over to investigate and came out holding a small dog. Femi growled louder. ''We should see if anyone is missing a pet dog. Let's go see.'' I asked if I could hold Femi on the way back, since she was growling louder than ever now. We knocked at all the doors, asking about the puppy (and getting anxious since Femi was almost roaring now). Finally, we got to the house at the end of the row, where we were able to give up the puppy (much to the excitment of Femi ) and left for home, my eardrums bursting from the noise of Femi's growling.



  1. The cat growls
    With feline jowls,
    The dog prowls
    While hoot the owls.

  2. That poem sends chills
    down quivering spine.
    As do the howls
    of certain cats of mine.