Buddy Poem by Ste. Anne

Sweet scents on an April breeze may softly hint of spring
And stir a yearning in the hearts of those who wander alone
Seeking love and adventure on sun-warmed evening beaches.
But Fate's cruel hand may hide, all feathery and splinter-boned
A stricken bird, to entice on springs exotic breath
A youthful curious dog to his own untimely death.
What could Fate's promise be to one so young and innocent at play.
Why whisper it now and not years hence as would a loving mistress
On that tender day whisper to him all old-age lost and tired of home
Go now to our golden beach and together soon we'll roam.

Epilogue:
Buddy didn't die that day but instead he grew to be a handsome mischievous Beagle, enjoying many adventures along the way. He died peacefully on February 17 2018 at the age of 16. His loving mistress was by his side.