Pet poem IX

Lucy, May she forever frolic amongst the apple trees

“Always, shalt thou live large within my heart,”

said I to my dog yester evening.

Strong bonds, they doth bind us, ne’er will we part,

I thus promised to her, faith believe me.

At night, she nestles firm against my spine.

Her legs, swift a’twitching as doth she dream.

Fain, I wish I could ease into her mind,

A moment, please, why do my dog’s eyes gleam?

Pets are with us only for one hour,

their lives flash by our own as blows the wind.

That is why their love is a rich flower,

bursts bright as stars, and then, their light is dimmed.

In paws of fur, our pups cling to our souls.

And in so doing, our pets make us whole.

— — August 2020.

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Lucy. 2004–2021

Sonnet №86 — A Love So Pure — pet poem #8

No love so pure has ere left human hearts

as love that takes root deep within our pets.

For nothing canst e’er pull us apart

From those creatures, we shall not forget.

Our pups from childhood still live within;

they dwell, yet be long past these forty years.

You’ll ne’er forget your kitty’s grin

or how your dog wouldst pine to scritch her ears.

Shakespeare doth not wrote of love so pure

that comes ‘tween all good people and their pets.

Unrequited, yet no one seeks a cure;

A rare love, with feelings bold; no regrets.

Our pets, they hold our hearts for evermore;

’til our souls, too, wash up on heaven’s shores.

— — September 2020.

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Photo of Lucy by author

Sonnet 83 — Where is the other dog? — pet poem 7

Where is the other dog who once lived here?

My Millie asked of me the other day.

She was much kind, and always of good cheer.

I sense she’s gone, she never would’ve strayed.

“The other dog, she taught me how to dog:

to chase and romp and dig under the snow.

From her I learned; one ought not lick the frogs

and all those other things dogs ought to know.”

I held wee Millie’s head between my palms,

to explain that all things alive must pass.

But to Millie, no talk of death could calm,

“She was my friend, dog friendship’s nae surpassed.”

“Could I return Lucy to the living?”

Life, My Millie, is ne’er so forgiving.

— — August, 2020.

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DStan58 is a teacher, a writer, a dad, a voice-over actor and poet. He's a melanoma survivor and a pulmonary embolism survivor. He's bringing sonnets back,