To my Dog, Trigger

trigger-in-his-bed

My dog yelps in his sleep.
Can a canine weep?
And what thoughts of joy or pain
Pass through his sleeping brain?

In an exstasy of sound and smell
You dwell.
The freshly roasted chicken, just out of reach is sheer hell
To my friend
Who’s end
Is food and play.

Your day
Will not be so long as mine,
Yet we humans whine
While you in the moment live
And give such love
To your god above
Who sits envying you your state of grace.
Would that I could change place
With you
My friend true.

23 thoughts on “To my Dog, Trigger

  1. bobvanlaerhoven's avatarbobvanlaerhoven

    Brought tears into my eyes…Six months ago, we took in an abused shelter dog, a Stafford by the name Lientje (I’m Flemish), who, at six years old, nobody wanted out of fear that she would be a “fighting dog”. And guess what: she is the kindest soul, the most grateful creature. State of grace, indeed…for us… Hail to Trigger, and Lientje, for a long and happy life… (By the way, Trigger is also the name of one of our horses…She is a very lovable rascal!)

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    1. K Morris Poet's avatardrewdog2060drewdog2060 Post author

      Thank you for your comment Bob which moved me. Its wonderful that you offered a loving home to Lientje. How many horses do you own? My sister has a couple of horses which she stables near her home in Liverpool. All the best. Kevin

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