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May 1, 2012
Thomas G. Moore
From the realm of dreams I wake
One breathless breath I dare to take
As from a coffin I seem to stare
In ebony darkness I am aware!
Strange sounds now tickle my fear
Impatient pacing I appear to hear
Canine nails on hardwood floors
Incessant clicking on oaken boards
From a palisade of pillows I peer
At wolvine eyes so very near
It’s only a dog, a wolf pretending
It’s Boo dog, my dear old friend
As black as night is my friend Boo
Grey beard, grey muzzle, whiskers too
What’s the matter? What do you seek?
Into your thoughts I wish to peek
Something’s missing! Something’s gone!
Where is my Master? Something’s wrong!
To speak aloud would be his choice
But a bark, a whine is not a voice
From times ere present he remembers fall
He and his Master he oft recalls
Of birds on wing, of ducks in flight
Of water and marshes, fog’s delight
From his Master’s side he did stare
At blue skies, cold morning air
Irritating squirrels barking on high
Brought leaps of joy breaching the sky
Where is my Master? His voice gone!
Where’s his caress for which I long?
Where’s the truck I used to greet?
Where’s the lap into which I leaped?
Where’s his hand? The praises begged
Boo was cared for, loved and fed
Where’s his Master? His eyes reflect
Fretful longing and worry I detect
Of concepts of death a dog’s inept
To aid his understanding I cannot help
Your Master’s gone, I can’t explain
To a dog would be inane
Unknown malady his body baked
Left broken lungs in its wake
Choosing not to waste away
Your Master, a disease did take
Explanations I have none
Not for myself or anyone
Cherished memories are what’s left
Of your Master, so much loves felt
Boo, no tenet or creed has he
Far more nobler and purer than me
Salvation and damnation isn’t his concern
His Master’s approval only he yearned
Heaven and hell you can’t perceive
Truth is, you can only grieve
Are Boo and I not alike?
Creatures akin in God’s sight
One day soon all will end on cue
You’ll hear a whistle, a command “Here Boo!”
Then off you’ll go, beyond the veil
And find you’re Master, all will be well!
Boo Dog, old dog old friend
We both now approach our winter’s end
Not the seasons do we test?
But all Eternity and Heaven’s Rest