Friday, March 8, 2013


Otis naps on the guestroom bed,
Fur fading from brown to white…
Failing and falling farther away;
From my touch and loving sight.

We are tethered to this life on earth,
By a fragile, solitary thing:
A heartbeat is what flies life’s kite,
‘Til it stops, letting go of the string.

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