I wiped away the weeds & foam. / I fetched my sea-born treasures home... Ralph Waldo Emerson

Saturday, April 30, 2011


From the poem by Irish writer Nick Laird....

excerpted from Pug, from On Purpose, Poems by Nick Laird


Bruiser, batface, baby bear
bounce in your moonsuit
of apricot fur with some fluff
in your mouth or a twig or a feather

....you tend to get hiccups.
you squeak when you yawn....
your weapon of choice is the sneeze.
the Buddha would have liked you....

I miss you every day, I catch glimpses of your ghost...
That Rainbow Bridge thing better not be wrong!

I love you.

[The Rainbow Bridge is a fable about pet heaven, how our beloved friends are supposedly waiting for us...I won't post a link because It always makes me cry, prob would you too....]