Keeitai
I am White Cloud, chief of an Algonquin tribe in Maine
This is a dedication to my pup “Keeitai” memories I retain
I forward myself, I shall speak of the meeting of Keeitai
As a young brave, striving manhood, I was sent to the forest alone
With bow in hand I could be a man with-in my fathers’ eye
Mother Grizzly protecting her young, kills mama wounds dad
A timber wolf cries to the sky, howling my wife has died
I follow as he leads me to his den; the beginning of the end
The fresh earth smells of death,4 baby pups given to the Spirit
The whimper in the blackness of death a pup had survived Keeitai
Never before had I heard such sorrowful baying, as his father died.
To be Continued
Dedicated to Au Poivre my Shepherd, my Puppy for 17 years
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