Hair greying sharp bark saying he’s in pain
Milky eyes hardly have any sight left
I lift him up the stairs and back into the house
My hand slips just a bit rubbing a sore spot
A gentle nip reminds me not to touch it
Then comes the apologetic course tongue lick

Soft soothing words whisper a token of my spoken
And unbroken affection
The end is near and I can hear the congestion
Breathing more labored so I pet him gently
Making sure that he can hear and see me
Comforting him until he finds oblivion

It’s just the scale in me.
I’m a pure blood libra,
I’m not blind
I can see,
Exactly what’s going on around me.
Fierce indeed.
Money, clothes, wealth
I greed.
Empty souls,
And unhealed wounds,
I feed.
I’m kind,
Yes.
I’m goofy and bless.
I pick up anyone
Mess,
And put my enemies
To rest.
I am a libra.
I am the best


                                              Marci H.