Elegy to Peta,
Our Late Departed Terripooh
Sweet little soul, now fare you well,
You've suffered long enough;
And so we end your suffering
Sweet little thistle puff.
You dropped into our lives on cue,
The answer to a prayer;
We had no more than asked for you
When, presto, you were there,
Delivered to our grateful hands
And from an early death,
You soon transformed our stodgy stands
With chasing you, out of breath
Oh you brought laughs and fun our way
We marveled at your wit-
The only dog I ever saw
Who at birth could both beg and sit.
You could have been a hunting dog
Had you long legs to roam,
But in short grass you tripped on frogs,
And gunshots sent you home.
So you became a house dog,
A lap dog through and through-
You lapped up milk and gravy drops
And shiny faces too.
And how you loved to take a ride,
Down town or to the lake;
Each squirrel you saw along the way
Was barked at for our sake.
But you never caught our back-yard squirr;
Your leap was just too short-
You gave him many a noisy scare,
And I think he loved the sport.
So Peta, now we feel you gone
At every house-hold turn
We still are careful with our steps
And careful when we turn.
But, you're no longer sleeping there,
A muff beneath our feet;
How heavy is the silence
When your bark no longer greets.
So you came, sweet little thistle puff,
The answer to a prayer.
Know that another guarantees some day we'll see you
And you'll lick our face and frolic
Jumping Heaven knows how high
As we all play fetch together
In our pasture in the sky. (G. Pinkney 1/05/02)
Copyright 2006 ?
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