One sad note to this holiday season is that our dog Scout died. We have no idea what killed her. She started looking very sick abound 5 pm on Wednesday and died just after midnight. She was a strong, active 65 pound mix of black lab and border collie, what we call a Maine Black Dog. Our other dog is her sister Wing who looks somewhat leaderless but is otherwise ok. This is a favorite picture of her a few years ago. She was the smart one of the pair, and I woke up the next morning thinking my good bright dog is dead and thought of this poem.
|
Question
by May Swenson
Body my house
my horse my hound
what will I do
when you are fallen
Where will I sleep
How will I ride
What will I hunt
Where can I go
without my mount
all eager and quick
How will I know
in thicket ahead
is danger or treasure
when Body my good
bright dog is dead
How will it be
to lie in the sky
without roof or door
and wind for an eye
With cloud for shift
how will I hide?
|
|
