Sunday Morning On Cameron Street
They run to the fence to bark at the same jogger
They see every morning.
She is long and shining so black beside his silver outline in this early light I squint
She pushes against him insistent. She loves him.
She is his shadow.
She would rather have the jogger stop
And pet her
I can hear it in her voice
The Bell hound she has become, “No
Wait come back. Pet me.” But she stays back letting him be in front.
She loves him. She is his shadow.
This is what he has taught her with so much pride,
This job he invented for himself when it was just the two of us lost and alone out here.
Now together across the frosted lawn their tails
Sway in unison
Like the Kit Cat clock in the kitchen where their
Bowls are. Where I watch them from the window
Steady on
Without fail. That’s how they are with each other.
That’s how we are.
aweeeeeeeeeeeeee
What a wonderful poem! And I love the bottom photo so much!
Beautiful!
Thank you.
Thank you Sylvie!
Love it! Beautiful hounds!
Thank you!
Lovely poem and cutie characters! 🙂
What a wonderful love story those two have. I read this late last night before going up to bed. It touched my heart, and I went out to the kitchen, opened Pete’s crate, and let him out for a good ten minutes of rubbing and snuggling and “I love yous” before going up to bed. Sweet poem and great pictures, Pam!
Thank you!
Thank you Maddie. Phoebe is now the same age Duncan was in those pictures, and YoDa follows her around and whatever she does he thinks it is so awesome he has to do it too.
We are so blessed to have them in our lives. I’m happy it touched your heart. I am honored. Thank you.
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Once upon a time…it was a sweet time, it was.