Bells are ringing if only in my mind,
Eyes closed, are you sleeping?
Designed and refined, now all left behind,
Life defined by leaving.
Wind is blowing along the hollow lane,
No more happy panting.
A gentle touch beneath the fur; no pain
To quiet your prancing.
Water is filling the holes in the lawn,
No more endless digging.
You sighed, and lay down, and let out a yawn
No more easy living.
Love is growing even though you are gone.
Ever with you dreaming.
Over grass and flower and sand, run on,
Leaping, barking, loving.
by Mathew Channer
Mathew Channer 