Threesome, twosome, to one bark away
From an empty dish under a limp leash
Leaving horizontal days past
Pulling me about the riverfront;
And back to an empty house
Where warning snouts
Filtered strangers without
Walls, where four eyes bathed
Near the fireplace
While the ones closed in my lap
Beneath the tender scratch
Of a hand that led them all
By fingered command -
Sit. Stand. Heel. Crawl.
To the night memories close as lungs
Collapse and two eyes above a warmed whimper and mine
Gather the dull gaze of a door whose pending chime
Startles one last weak, troubled, muffled, bubbled Bark.
Augustus / Folsom / October 2016
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Author:
Augustus (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was written for a friend who lived near New Orleans, close to the Mississippi river, with her 3 Shelties. Everyone about town knew her. She liked to walk the riverfront on the levee there. One by one the pets passed and the last one was gravely ill.
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Comments6
A very nice poem. But its so sad to see our pets leave us. Well done.
I still cry for one special dog I had. Thanks.
Fitting tribute
Thanks Vic.
Part of the family, that is for sure!
Thanks WBL. Yes family
Great write. Loosing pets is never easy
Xwives are much easier.
I wouldn't know, I have never been married.
THANKS "A" One of the problems with pets (unless they are Elephants) we always outlive them and we always get closer than we should ! It is especially hard for kids. Thanks for caring BRIAN
Turtles can outlive us. One of my pet peeves is that parents replace the pet before the child has a chance to grieve. Thanks.
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