Of a stray, embodied with white, lengthly fur matted in discomfort.
Playing in the breeze, wisping her brows, exposing brown eyes.
Trailing the jack-rabbit on a path of erratic patterns, outlining the ripened fields.
Rolling in the dust, detersive of skunk odor, she presumed-
Her short legs guided her swiftly by my side
On those desperate yesterdays
When alcoholic conflict stalked our peace.
In moments of solitude
We wept together along a forgotten trail-
companions in the summers, morn.
Basking in the rising sun's rays, promising a new day.
Distant shots, breaking the barrier of silence, chill my soul.
Oh little one! Shaken from terror, fell to the earth-why?
A belligerent voice, void of love echoes-"Her purpose is no more!"
Forlornly I weep!
In my thoughts, admidst the gathering of the cumulus clouds,
I see images
Of Gidget, running freely, without life's burrs-
Still waiting ahead-for me!
Patricia Palmer
Published: The Sands of Time
A Journey Towards Hope
