Her Dog

Sara lived across from a large cemetery; So, many sad processions she had seen; But one gray and foggy morning One like no other made an eerie scene. Driving slowly was a long, black hearse; But then, following right behind, another. Followed by a woman with a huge dog on a leash. Draped in black, she was someone’s wife or mother. Then Sara noticed a long line of mourners, All in black; and following in single file. Suddenly, she realized they were all women; And that brought just a hint…a glimmer…of a smile. Compelled, Sara hurried through the mist. She just had to know the story. Just what had happened to these two people That sent them to their glory? She walked beside the woman with the dog; Apologized for her uninvited intrusion. “I’ve lived here for years, but seen nothing like this. Please, explain. Give clarity to my confusion.” “The first hearse carries my husband. This dog was his demise.” “I’m so sorry for your loss” said Sara. A tear came to her eye. “But what about the second hearse?” she asked. “That would be his girlfriend…yes, it’s true. She thought she could help his situation, But the dog killed her too.” “Oh, how sad” Sara muttered. As they slowly walked through the fog. “But then, who are all these ladies who mourn?” “They’re not mourning. They want to borrow the dog.”