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In the misty morning amid the elm and maple trees
The whiteness delicately floats above the ponds waterline
The night hunters abandon their night search for food
As the early morning rays peek through the woodland.
The morning brings the forest teeming to life
The occupants ready to attack their early morning feast
The vines and shrubs hiding them as they arch ready to attack
they scramble for their scrumpcious bite of food.
The geese, crows and magpies mingle around the water's edge
Looking for plants, seeds and aquatic animals to feed
Among the bull rushes and cattails on the sloughs edge
They mingle with the locals who come to drink.
Eating the wild berries for a tasty treat
Saskatoon, chokecherries, pin cherries ready to eat
Juicy and sweet, mild yet tart
Quite edible for a flock to feast.
This is a haven, a sanctuary for all
And as the balmy summer evening turns once again to dusk
The predators will come out with the evening shade
To stalk their prey among the woodland grove.
I believe in Heaven, and I believe dogs, as well as humans, go there. I had my own dog
once upon a time, a Miniature Eskimo named Ollyver. Each night I’d find him waiting on the
other side of the door to jump up into my arms when I came home from work. When he got
older, I was forced to give him up, and I’d always wondered what became of him.
One night I dreamed I awoke to find him by my pillow, staring at me with his wistful brown
eyes. So vivid was that dream that my soul flooded with joy as I gathered him up and felt
his soft fur against my arms and face. It was the realest dream I’d ever experienced. He
would have been quite old by then, so I like to believe he came back that night on his way to
Heaven to tell me goodbye.
I imagine Ollyver, as well as my other precious deceased pet, a cat named Callie, in that
bright new place, sitting by its Pearly gates, biding their time, waiting just for me! I hope one
day, in the Hereafter, to gather those sweet pets of mine up into my arms!
* This is an excerpt from a longer work which included another animal I called Church Dog,
but I could not fit the whole narrative onto this page, so this is the part that tells about two
pets that I lost. Andrea Dietrich
For Constance - a Rambling Poet's mini-blog contest: All Creatures Great And Small