Grieving, I miss his solid animal mass
His comforting presence is an absence now
And each room expresses its own emptiness.
The quietude of the bare-boarded hallway
Where the click-click-clock of his toenails coming
Meant simply that meal-time was running behind
And the scrape-scrape-scrape on the carpet grinding
Led us to believe in an animal mind.
His face was a mirror of deep consciousness
Where two alert ears were tuned to life's events
And two paws running during dreaming's silence
Were only waiting for the day to commence.
His life could not be extended forever;
He rests in peace like a quiet achiever.
rohan
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