Bright Eyes - To Jazz - Poem by Sherrie Lowe
Pink eyes, once bright, now dimmed, glazed,
Once powerful legs stilled, lifeless.
The clock chimes five, signalling your death.
Ten years old, no geriatric you,
A spring in your step until the end
Although that leap into the armchair was long past.
You had personality,
You knew our every move,
Knew how to get your chocolate drops and bits of bread.
A lucky day, that day that we chose you,
A baby sitting resignedly in your cage.
A Netherland Dwarf the lady said.
Accepting, you were tucked into a box,
A new home, new friend, new family.
Your gentle nature soon ensured our love,
Small pink tongue licked fingers, hands and arms.
Soft white fur, silky to the touch.
All gone now, you sleep among the flowers
Leaving empty space where once your whiskers twitched.
One thing we know and never will forget,
What privilege to have had you in our lives.
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