she, a tiny ball,
curly and black,
so weak now
and all she is
is soul,
alive through love
until love
will take her home
sometimes her eyes
ask what happens
like a child
and though she
knows like a child,
the answer
is in presence
and touch
and we know
when we see,
she knows
all.
she is pure
and will be,
her colors
are joy and life
and her life
will be
running ,
jumping high grass
across the sunset
unleashed
released
into happiness
one day
we will miss her
but she will stay
in mind and heart
off and on
wagging her tail
with a soft bark
and somehow a smile
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