Day 4 National Poetry Month: My World
Racing out the door
I bark
again and again
trying to sound bigger
than I am.
My eyes do not see
like they once did.
My ears no longer
hear the danger
that surrounds me.
Moving around
my favorite spaces
to circle the tree,
to smell grass,
I bark louder.
My world is smaller now
than it once was.
I no longer see
the deer taunting me,
the rabbits
wanting to play.
I no longer hear
the birds in the trees
or my family
calling me
to come back in.
So I will bark
long and loud,
to protect
the space that remains
in my world.
I bark
again and again
trying to sound bigger
than I am.
My eyes do not see
like they once did.
My ears no longer
hear the danger
that surrounds me.
Moving around
my favorite spaces
to circle the tree,
to smell grass,
I bark louder.
My world is smaller now
than it once was.
I no longer see
the deer taunting me,
the rabbits
wanting to play.
I no longer hear
the birds in the trees
or my family
calling me
to come back in.
So I will bark
long and loud,
to protect
the space that remains
in my world.
© Cathy L. Mere, 2016
Very well written.. I know the story is about Trudy, but it captures growing older for all of us..
ReplyDeleteNothing sweeter, or sometimes sadder, than an old dog!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Sharon. I'm thinking of my mom as I read this...
ReplyDeleteTo all faithful friends that bring us joy and steal our hearts. This is so sweet and touching.
ReplyDeleteAw, it's lovely to hear things from a dog's point of view, such a sweet poem!
ReplyDeleteYou wrote this so well for our aging dogs.
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