unlike the solitary wolf when
his howl is no longer heard
by the moon, the stars or the
sleeping owl whose diurnal trail
of forest wild
flowers where
it once laid its head
upon
and no longer feels its
warmth and breath
its prey no longer fears its
intrepid blue eyed stare
gawking, stalking, with its
canine pack whose absence is
now noticed from its herding
place
where once it roamed and howled
at the stars of night
my canine friend, his curious
loving stare with dark brown eyes
lays his head upon my lap
while I stream the artful words
writ upon a leaf made from
a tree that once gave shelter
in the forest to his ancestry
unlike his ancester the
wolf
whose absence is felt by the
wind
and the moon, this human
heart
shall ache, many tears will
flow,
in the absence of his warmth
and his beating heart that has
been so loved and still
resting upon
my lap
although still lying next to
me
his moans of aging aches and
pain
I feel deeply in my own bones
for soon in days to come
I must let his body rest
and free his soul to enter
into where love never sleeps
that ethereal nest
