Bob's Dog Boo

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