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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

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