When a dog dies, a cloud turns into
an angel, and flies up to tell God
to put another flower on a pillow.
A bird gives the message back to
the world, and sings a silent prayer
that makes the rain cry.
Dogs disappear, but they never
really go away. The spirits up
there put the sun to bed, wake
up the grass, and spin the earth
in dizzy circles. Sometime you
can see them dancing in a cloud
during the day-time, when they’re
supposed to be sleeping. They
paint the rainbows and also the
sunsets and make waves splash
and tug at the tide. They toss
shooting stars and listen to wishes.
And when they sing windsongs,
they whisper to us, don’t miss me
too much.
The view is nice and I’m doing just fine.
Love,
| Sorbet |
| 1, Jan 2015 |
| Diane Lowery |