Keep The Dog Far Hence - poetry for the cruelest month

I had a good life
I chased seagulls, lizards, and people
Just me and my Human.
Alone on our island 
He was sick, but he recovered.
He named me Kemosabe
I was a friend.
After the treatment 
He called me Kemo.
I guarded.
I comforted.
The supply plane came in
The buzzing drove me mad, 
I bit the wheels, the wings as it landed
The last thing I tasted was the propeller...
The new puppy is cute
Who the hell needs cute?
Oh keep the dog far hence,
 that's friend to [My Human]
My spirit will never leave the cay.
My body feeds palm trees and orchids now, 
But my spirit remains.
I forever guard.
I shall not rest.



Comments

  1. Magaly Guerrero2 April 2016 at 17:21

    You've made me cry, with a mixture of grief and puppy-induced pride. How brave, this furry soul, how wise... and beautiful.


    And the line about the "propeller" was expertly penned, and it digs very deep. ♥

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  2. Debra She Who Seeks2 April 2016 at 19:26

    A sad but still uplifting story!

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  3. Sunshineshelle3 April 2016 at 02:18

    Ohhh, I am touched by this innocent and faithful beautiful soul... beautiful words, such a wonderful response to the prompt xox

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  4. Sunshineshelle3 April 2016 at 02:18

    Ohhh, I am touched by this innocent and faithful beautiful soul... beautiful words, such a wonderful response to the prompt xox

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  5. Khaya Ronkainen3 April 2016 at 03:40

    Oh your poem, superb and graceful touched me. Love dogs!

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  6. Rommy3 April 2016 at 08:08

    Oh this made me miss my first dog, Faye. I imagine she'd be aghast at the sloth of my current dog - she was super active until the day she died. I love both my fur babies, as different as they are.

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  7. Sanaa Rizvi3 April 2016 at 08:44

    My body feeds palm trees and orchids now,
    But my spirit remains.

    So beautiful & emotive.

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  8. Ms Misantropia3 April 2016 at 08:48

    Awww!

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  9. Esther Shaindel3 April 2016 at 11:03

    Very moving...

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  10. Magic Love Crow3 April 2016 at 18:13

    Awwwww!!! So beautiful!! I love this!! And, I love the piece of art you created Sarah! Hugs!

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  11. Holly3 April 2016 at 22:14

    Rest in peace Kimosabe. Great tribute poem.

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  12. Rosemary Nissen-Wade3 April 2016 at 22:35

    A wonderful tribute indeed, and I love that the sign appears to say: Private property of dogs.

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  13. Sharon Rawson4 April 2016 at 12:05

    Such a beautiful tribute to a friend now gone. We miss them forever. Lovely poem!

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  14. Gina8 April 2016 at 03:04

    OMG....I'm crying! That was such a joyous life lived to the full...still guarding life XXX

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