Her hair was there
but she was gone
Her scent on air
but she was gone

Her empty bed
with hollow dent
Her paw print tread
with fun intent

Her favourite toy
beneath the chair
she’d hid with joy
Today’s, still there

Her lead of hope
Nowhere to go
It couldn’t cope
It doesn’t know

But she still plays
It’s just the start
of endless days
inside your heart

Forevermore
she’ll roll and stroll
a bark, a spark
inside your soul

Mark Bird ©2021