The Blood of a Dog Clots in the Snow
My friend you are weary almost gone
limping in the apocalyptic winter
from memory to imagination
of airstrikes in the desert of forgiveness
Each day we had was so real
your soft fur my petting hands
our walks and runs along the mighty Sioux River
in search of glee
It worked
Now I have tears as you give me
one last yelp
Charles Luden • 1-14-16• at Granite City
I love this poem, reminds me of my Sodapop