Lost Dog Poem by morgan dude

Lost Dog

Rating: 5.0


It's just getting dark, fog drifting in,
damp grasses fragrant with anise and mint,
and though I call his name
until my voice cracks,
there's no faint tinkling
of tag against collar, no sleek
black silhouette with tall ears rushing
toward me through the wild radish.

As it turns out, he's trotted home,
tracing the route of his trusty urine.
Now he sprawls on the deep red rug, not dead,
not stolen by a car on West Cliff Drive.

Every time I look at him, the wide head
resting on outstretched paws,
joy does another lap around the racetrack
of my heart. Even in sleep
when I turn over to ease my bad hip,
I'm suffused with contentment.

If I could lose him like this every day
I'd be the happiest woman alive.

Monday, January 20, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: dog,lost
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Morgan Dude 20 January 2020

thank you so much! glad you like it!

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Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh 20 January 2020

A very beautiful poem on a cute pet dog.Love it.

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