Old Storm
A friend for many years
to his master’s
beck and call
shuffles painfully across
backyard’s favourite spots
arthritis taking hold.
Fur once flowed in majesty
as the wind caroused
coat worn and thinning
can’t even keep up
to his soul mate Misty
during romps of sniffing.
Storm loves to view the moon
at night when coyotes call
and manages a woof or two
reminding them his watch
not yet complete.
© 2009 Richard L. Provencher
