Rufus

My shadow, as black as a crow, finds his step in tune with my own.

Eyes, the shade of arbutus in the sun, know the path by heart where we will walk.

Morning reaches down into the damp woods and lays gently her warm blanket down.

Seagulls scream for unknown desires; the geese parade along the edge of the water.

The heron hunts for its next meal with a stealthy eye.

All these things will still be tomorrow.

Dog stops to ponder the moment with pure of heart and an uncomplicated mind.

He comes to sit at my feet as I rest.

The seagulls disappear into the sky with the rising sun and the geese head back to quieter places.

The heron lifts off with hesitant wings to wait for another day.

My shadow, light as angel wings, walks beside me.

His dark chocolate eyes can see the truth and nothing more.

All these things will still be tomorrow.

But none will last as long as the bond between us.

Love without words, loyalty without bounds and shadows without darkness.

Dog, with coat as black as night, brings light to my eyes.

And I am grateful for the warmth in my life.


Nearly Biddy

Ava