A Poem While Thinking Of My Two Good Friends, This Night Of Wine And Rain
About my two recent dogs and where things are at ... fancy that.
Viernes, Friday
my dog …
I know it’s not the best of lives
but it’s not that far off.
Scoff if you must but I know you trust
in the dice that have rolled your life.
Hell, you wear a raincoat outside
and there is always something interesting
in your golden bowl
and when you get scared
you can jump up on the bed
and both of us, won’t scold,
rather you, tightly hold.
I know you don’t get to chase
whatever you want, like the times
on Guatemalan streets or out
on our own Nicaraguan mountain.
I understand no longer are there so many
living things to play with and to you bring
joyous enjoinment or pleasure fair.
But alas, it’s not so bad at all.
No big men hunting you down,
No bombas blowing up;
Bones and play things and a soft mat.
But most of all,
With us - this here and now.
Dedicated to my late dog, Friday’s older brother - Marshmallow.
Lovely poem. Sorry for your loss of a good friend and companion. A dog's life is a good life when he's living with someone who loves him.