Dying Dog

21 May 2006

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Dying dog, you white and black collie dog
I love you, dying dog
Breath your last breath, dying dog
And let heavens celebrate your presence
Your magnificent, though always befuddled coat
had been your individual trademark
Inverted in elegant discord, more black than white 
- scaring sheep, a sheepdog you’ll never be
That loving coat, always dirty,
now partly lay trembled upon by eager steps,
in the ground, opening the curtain:
Your spotted skin’s last act to come
Your eyes once filled with deep auburn galaxies,
now blinded by a sickly gift from Eons  
- a hoary gray, still ever inquisitive brilliance
whilst gazing - that superb wagging tail
Mannered dog, with each passing day you astound me 
Never did you bite one hand in eager famine
Never, even with grand fare, grazing one! 
The black and white - your heart touched all.
Your pure heart will never beat daylight into your blinded eyes
Oh, but your life will always be remembered! 
The beating of your heart – immortalized – rhythmically, 
forever in ours!

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