The Silhouette - By Terri Onorato

 

 

                                   The silhouette stands boldly

                                    at the end of the hallway

                                   ears erect, eyes like jewels

                                     the tail, it softly sways.
 
 

                                  This wouldn't be the first time

                                   I've seen her stand nearby

                                    her image clear as crystal

                                   from the corner of my eye.
 
 

                                 Her visits I don't share with some

                               who think I've went over and beyond

                                the grieving time they deem I need,

                                   they say I should move on.
 
 

                                  I sometimes pity people who

                                    have never felt just cause

                               to share the bond between two souls,

                                one with hands and one with paws.
 
 

                                   The silhouette reminds me

                                  what the others say is wrong

                               for as long as breath goes through me

                                  there exists our mighty bond.
 
 

                                 When the Keeper calls me home

                                 and the Bridge gates open wide

                                  our bond will deepen ten fold

                                 as we walk through side by side.
 
 

                                   You see, I am the lucky one

                                    as I've been truly blessed

                                 for someday we'll walk together

                                     as eternal silhouettes.
 
 

                                      (Copyright 1997
by Terri Onorato.  All Rights Reserved.) January 18, 1997



A good dog never dies
she always stays
she walks beside you
on crisp autumn days
when frost is on the fields
and winter's drawing near
her head is within your hand
in her old way.
-- Mary Carolyn Davies




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