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I lie back in the chair
and place the puppy
that smells of warm milk
on my chest.

She crawls up under my chin
and tries to suckle.
Getting no results,
she snuggles down to sleep
on my neck,
breathing contentment into my ear,
whispering her promise of life-long devotion.

By Ken Nye 

from the book "Pawsitively Awesome Pet Poems"  published by TJMF Publishing available at Amazon

it spins around the rim and down
my head twisting to the tune of
ice and liquid melting into notes

Ken Nye's new book Clouds of Glory hit the bookshelves in December and immediately became a hit amongst his avid fans in Maine.  On the road, appearances and signings, Ken has been the busiest retired proffessor in the state of Maine.

Marty walked the path until night, and exhaustion kept her from taking another step. Bear was right behind her, and although he welcomed the rest, you could see he felt insecure, concerned about the area Marty chose to stop.

Marty started to prepare a fire. Bear carried twigs and kindling in his mouth, running back and forth until he was satisfied there was enough for the long, chilly night.

There was a loud shriek from deep in the woods. Every few minutes there was another, closer each time.  Bear walked over and stood by Marty as if to put himself between her and any trouble. He could see that Marty was scared. He nudged her hand, reassuring her that it would be OK, he would protect her. With the next screech Bear bolted into the night. Marty knew she couldn't stop him, but she tried. Bear looked back quickly, then continued his pursuit.  It seemed like an eternity, but just a few minutes later Bear returned and smiled letting Marty know it was OK, just a minor issue with local animal residents, and they'd be fine.

Crackling twigs and a warm fire served Marty and Bear well. It had been a long, tiring, day.  Hunger was still a problem, though, and Marty had little to share. She cut off a piece of what was left of her beef jerky and offered it to Bear. He turned his face away, not because of a lack of hunger. Bear knew that was all the food Marty had and neither of them knew how long they would be stuck there, deep in the woods.

Marty had an idea where she was; she had been through these woods before but a brisk walk on the weekend was a far cry from a frantic run. Just a night's rest then she could figure out what to do next. She was tired.  One look; Bear was fine but Marty couldn't help wonder why Bear was with her at all.  No time to question it, sleep was more important right now. Sleep, then deal with everything tomorrow.

~~~

Three Days Earlier

~~~

Marty picked up the phone. She hesitated speaking, hoping the caller on the other end would be anybody else but the one she dreaded.

"Marty?"

"Marty, answer, please I need you darling."

Oh God, it was Tanya. She had just told Tanya that she was done, no more working, no more parties, special liasons, no matter how special the client was.

"I told you no more Tanya, please don't ask me."

"No Marty, but this one really is special. It's the President and he's taking you to the lodge for the weekend.  Only you, he wants only you."  Please?"

"NO!  I'm done, especially with him."

"Twenty Five thousand! One last weekend", Tanya begged, "please, he's sending the car in two hours."