Geoffrey Fafard Poems

(From a series—Dogs I Have Known.)

Rosie. part terrier, part wind up dog
Part lucky dog
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A splintered moon rises
Over the village of my ramblings
And a cold mist follows, a chilly blanket
Deep from the valley floor
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Plunge into the green
walk headlong into the perfume
talk to bees, lady bugs and worms
Don't worry about where you are
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In my new house there is a ghost
Sadly I do not believe in ghosts
I've been told I need a cleansing
A smoking ceremony
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It is so important
This season to quietly
Listen to
Whispered vanishing sounds
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Those that walk through the jungle
The thick wet impenetrable forest
In the dark hours of night
Looking for something to talk to and
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I caught them by their heads
One giant motley brown
One giant lollipop green
I could almost hear them
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Lonely is the mist of these hills
Lost high the thick forests of deodar رخت
Thin clouds hurrying over peaks
Even bird calls are lonely
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We do not wish to alarm you
But we must pass on to you
The matter of the Leopard
That roams these hills
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Fortunate am I to reside
On the edge of the wilderness
Requiring only small effort
To reach little seen
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