RIP my Friend

I posted this poem four months ago today, sharing the excitement, the eagerness that my roomate's dog Lucky always showed in every moment spent outside.  This morning she got out and ran for the 'Freedom of nature' that I spoke of in the last stanza, eager to chase the scent...  She disappeared faster than we could follow.  While we were out searching, trying to catch a glimpse of her whereabouts, she met with a dangerous road.  Unfortunately, she did not navigate the nearby busy street well enough in her eagerness this morning.  My roomate found her a short distance from our home, beyond help.  I thought it fitting to repost this poem as she is now chasing scents and living the 'Freedom of the hills and fields' with our other friends whom have passed on.  Rest in Peace my friend, rest in peace.  You will be dearly missed!

Lucky Dog Dreams



We walked, eyes wide open into the vast space,
You stand aware of each breath of wind,
Each voice hidden in tiny spaces, searching the day,
Trespassing through the rose bushes, catching scents,
You stand aware of each breath of wind.

Ears perked, listening to the whispers of the frog,
Head cocks to watch the flame-like leaf swirl,
Fluttering downward, catching a breath, twirling,
It lands in the lifeless bed, flames laying down to ash,
You stand aware of each breath of wind.

Wings flutter past, catching your wide open eyes,
You spring forth, the excitement welling up, eager,
The bird dances in the air above, only to land beyond,
Beyond the length of your leash, just beyond hope,
You stand aware of each breath of wind.



Moments of Guidance, reminders of all that is close,
Excitement burns within your soul, eager to see,
With eyes wide open, to see the Freedom of nature,
Desire burning within to chase after rabbit scents,
You stand aware of each breath of wind.

Petrina Lesko
December 2010