You stood on the border
between the front yard
and the wilderness stretching out
into the shifting hills of sunset.
You were an inky shape against the land
gazing back at me with dark, gleaming eyes.
Wild eyes, born to this place,
filled with primal truth.
I was only a child,
but I knew you were going somewhere
I could not follow.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC
You stood on the border
between the front yard
and the wilderness stretching out
into the shifting hills of sunset.
You were an inky shape against the land
gazing back at me with dark, gleaming eyes.
Wild eyes, born to this place,
filled with primal truth.
I was only a child,
but I knew you were going somewhere
I could not follow.
We lived in West Virginia when I was kid, and the house we got came with a puppy who had been born there. She was my first dog, an all-black lab mix, and she was smart and sweet, but had a wild streak, and needed to roam. When we moved out of the country and into town because of Dad's work, and she couldn't roam anymore, she started getting sick and eventually died of cancer. I think leaving the land she loved drained her of the will to fight. She would always stop and look back at me before she went out roaming, and that is how I remember her.
