1
It was a cold night
I put blankets on the dog
She burned in the fire
2
Seven sounds of dreams
Listening in the silence
No one hears but us
3
She runs in the flames
Her coat blue, orange, and red
I stroke her hot head
4
Her breath seven words
Pain, fear, hope, stare, rise, fall, sleep
Outside the snow comes
5
A dark dawn for paws
The cool path to soft water
Where fire meets its end
These are great Duke. I love too many of the verses to call them out individually. Keep going!
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I’m sorry, Duke.
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A man lays down beside the fire he built for the body of his dead dog. The night reaches into morning and he grabs a fistful of cold ash. At the first gust of wind he opens his hand and watches the best years of his life take flight, leaping toward the far end of the yard like she used to do. There’s not much left now. Nature’s close to reclaiming everything as promised. The remaining days are few in number. Staring at his blackened palm, he wonders.
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Nice sentiments. Thanks. Duke
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Sorry to hear about Missa Him, D. I was inspired by your haikus.
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Wait…. did something happen?
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