#wirefoxterrier
the dog she frolics like a lamb,
open mouth
smile ear to ear,
the dry grass pokes her pads,
her nose scents the air,
she chases me, there is joy,
in both our hearts,
grey blur glides by
my legs, without looking back,
her years have not slowed
her down, her ears pulled
back with her speed,
she chases me, fierce heart,
fire brand spirit sprinting,
she runs circles, does laps
she tucks her haunches under
and she silently thunders
by lightening fast,
pure joy despite her chaotic past,
oh in my dreams, she will live
forever, and despite what
some say spiritually,
the will in me says she will
wait for me on the far side
of the Rainbow Bridge
and we then run, her nose
leads the way, to play
and a day, to discover
freely
eternity.
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC
Shivering against the cold
Fresh hair cut and she is old-
er
Wire fox terrier off white
plays hard and treats her toys light-
ly
curly lamb to sleek slim cut
demands attention, no if, and or, but
"Pretty me pretty me pet me keep me warm"
She is more than just a pretty face, not a farm-
dog
Curled up close against my leg to ward off the cool chill tonight
She is a companion dog and all her challenges are now my delight.
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC
Nerves pulled taute at an alarming rate,
Sitting on the edge of too many choices, a spate,
Leading to indecision and dizziness, changed
From horizontal, too vertical, too fast, deranged
To be awake at such an hour,
As the body tries to tap into power,
But hears this " take warning early morning"
Ahead, and a head still fuzzy while scorning,
Is there really a reason to get out of bed
at 5:19?
There are chores,
There are meals to prepare,
There is reading and meditation,
There is the routine of a morning constitutional!
There is full time employ...ment.
But all of these wait in line,
As care of a friend o'mine
Comes first,
We burst,
Into the morning,
Despite weather warnings,
And on good days too,
In the early morning,
We walk the same route,
And the same distance,
We have our pace, for instance,
My two legs keep up with her four,
She is never more excited then before
We go out the door, this is not a chore,
She pulls, she stops and drop to ***
She is content and relaxed beside me,
She repeats as often as is necessary,
It all belongs, it is her territory,
In the early morning, I will, we will
Continue to walk, each and everyday,
We will arrive at three hundred and sixty five,
Morning jaunts
Again this year, it is a joy to move and be so alive,
With her, in the early morning,
We think not on, the mornings past,
nor, that the mornings won't last
forever,
We only think on the present, the one we share,
In the moments found only in the early morning.
While the world around us revs its engine to a roar,
All we hear are birds, paws with toenails on pavement or
Raindrops falling and wind calling us to stay longer, and more
Where there are no cares to wear on us,
We have each other, and it is early morning.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 1:12 AM UTC