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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Behind our house, below the deck with its pleasing benches and sylvan view, the back yard we have descends steeply to a little stream called Chimacum Creek. It is September, so the Creek’s waters are shallow, so shallow that little music from its ripple and flow rises to meet our eager, listening ears above. Any day now, the waters will surrender their serenity and in noisy salute yield to thrashing thunder, as salmon spawn and meet their demise. Sheltering us there from summer’s heat and winter’s chilled and rainy drench, a little family of barred owls often call and beg, their nocturne nearly undisturbed by our home's intrusion. Outside, my wife stands in solitary contemplation, for this is her temple, and she its worthy guest. Yet the minutes and hours pass so slowly now, as grief stands weary watch with her. We had grown so accustomed to our dear child’s heartened ways, as ever eager to greet us at morning’s hesitant, uncertain dawning glow as at evening’s surrender to curl upon our bed to sleep. Jet black hair and soft green eyes—her special dance each moment to delight us so, we had never ever thought today would bring us only fading echoes of all we held so dear in this sweet and tender form. No matter that she had a tail and two more legs than us, she lived and loved and spoke with such eloquence and grace, the best of us were shamed. Angels withheld not their envy and begged for her return. So grieve with us a moment, for fled is now that little feline snowflake in our hand. My rhyme is vanished; my muse is stilled. Shadow was her name.
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