GloPoWriMo 40317 Elegy for Three Brown Dots

Elegy for Three Brown Dots

In that moment when she dies,
When the loving of her eyes
Tore an abyss from my heart
As her being, now apart:

No more romping on the shore
For a fetched stick, more and more,
Eyes adoring, wagging tail:
Ever ready, on the trail.

Oh her kind eyes, gentle ways
Now are mem’ries:  shadow days;
Her life a gift, unbounded love,

As we’re walking, she, we  think of.
Sheri Edwards

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