Sadly, one of my pack passed last week after a battle with cancer. Toby was such a sweet soul, all of the other dogs calmed down around him. He will be missed. I wrote a poem to commemorate him and life. (No doubt wordpress sort of messed up the spacing but you get the point)
Pirate dogs on parade, my faithful first mate longs
for a peg leg. Toby teeters on his three paws pausing
along Eastern Parkway. Its loud traffic whooshing by,
shut your eyes hard enough and you’ll hear waves.
Jumping on his head like some hooligan cabin boy
gone wrong, Jasper the one-eyed whippit-beagle pup
prance- plunders our patience, leash linked, no escape.
Mischievous marauder sly with his patchless permanent
wink, roves and raids this sea beach of cement and green
for treasure, Jolly Roger chicken bones to chomp-chew.
I’m Anne Bonny groaning ARR! at my crew of buccaneers,
a poet privateer pillaging lines for sea songs, a raconteur
swashbuckling adventure out of the everyday. None of us
knows what marvels await, bewilderment just a block away.