Seasons With Snickers
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She is a lifeline in the blue-black of days
Curled on my lap, her sausage form rolls
All over the bed ... without guilt, without care;
Weenie girl Snickers likes to frolic
In dim of night as my tiredness kicks in,
And I would fondly grant a regalement
To hide seek among boxes, messed closets
While those almond eyes peer kindly
Much like watchful gazes as I leave by dawn:
My tiny keeper-- we would romp, laugh wildly
Along Saturday fields...our picnic hideaway
Her limbs guiding me from thorns of work's fatigue.
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Lavish mealtimes, Snicks would evade
She grew weak though paws jumped around
Clinging tighter, sweeter than dachsund licks;
Then... on fateful one noon, she simply heaved her last
Wink of dachshund eyes locked upon mine ,
The rain tears tapping, d r i f t i n g on my bosom --
Reveries of us brought raw pain, immeasurable joy
You, not a heartbeat far from my soul
That I rocked you where our Saturday fields rested. Ever.
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Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2020
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