The 17 Year Old Puppy

The wind blows cold

from the West

the Puppy

stands as if

to greet it

a gentle wag

of the tail

as ears

shoulders and

back

are caressed

by spirits passing.

A random

bark

greeting

or farewell?

later to

sleep

in her bed

warm

eyes tight closed

as she reflects

on her

spiritual

encounters

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