To a darling pet: A poem 

There is a time for the instinct of love 

and the insight of loyalty 

All broken down in a simple walk in the park 

The bowl of enormity that you dive into 

is food for our souls  

A frolic of childhood all but forgotten 

but remembered in your eyes 

Pictures become postcards of time 

We can’t see it, but we can figure out the smile 

in the clouds, the skies, and in the miles 

In the multitudes of questions on fate 

And in your shining invisible animal faith 

We have divinity speaking in your barks 

An accordion and an orchestra of angels’ harps 

That we can find love in brethren 

But there are thorns in the roses, then 

to fall back on unconditional consolation 

that begins with you and ends with you 

in your dependence and in ours 

In the joy of untamed hours 

Even as you go frailly into the circles of eternity 

you leave the squares of the jigsaw of absence behind  

For us to piece together, humbly 

in your cherished memories