Spooky

Spooky Frank Halliwell On this morning in November underneath a bright blue sky My Spooky took his last walk and my time has come to cry, And peacefully, the way he lived, he chose a spot to lie With Blossom standing over him, he closed his eyes to die. How fragile is the spark of life, how hateful is the dawn, Last night he was my dear old friend, to-day my friend is gone. And though the sun is just as bright, and skies are just as blue, Today's joys have been put to flight and future joys seem few. ***