After My Dog
Deserved of a long repose, he sleeps at last
Whilst I, in sorrows wake, through shadows cast,
Recall, this gentle life, the joys, the pain
And go somewhere to be near him again
Along an earth worn, dappled path, that where,
A warm wind whisks his spirit through the air,
Beneath a cloudless, swirling, kite filled sky
Shades of dying Summer, light, the colour of his eyes.
Copyright © Nicola Davidson | Year Posted 2023
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