Mini-Pin
This old dog, asleep at my feet,
one ear tuned to danger
should it come near,
her days are closing soon,
while mine, if all goes right,
will carry on a while after.
But no need to worry
about either of us tonight.
The river keeps to it banks.
The holly tree unfurls
new crowns of thorns.
And just for you,
my forever friend, fat rabbits
running through the silken dew.
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Vision and
Soft rhythm.
River
sweetest last two lines
You are the very best with endings! I also love “the river keeps to its banks.”
Bill. I love your poem..
My long canine history
was recently added to:
Molly, a year old blood
hound, moved in. And if
all goes right, I doubt
I’ll survive her.
We have two, Jim. The Miniature Pincher (which I inherited from my Mom) and a mix we got a few months ago that has some mountain cur in him. He might drive me to an early grave.
I like this essentially lyric poem, a bit of a changeup from your more narrative-centered pieces. All that storytelling and now you burst into song on us? No telling what you’ll do next.
That last stanza is a gem!