Sadness is the sister of Joy.
Sisters hold each other’s hands
all through the night until morning.
My chin has been resting on my paws as I consider this.
Sometimes, bad, sad things happen.
Sometimes it takes a little time for my ears to perk up
to the melody of the plain clear sound
of the White-throated sparrow
or see the deep red flower
hidden at the base of wild ginger.
Friends lead me over soft paths strewn with yummy, fresh mulch.
My heart thumps and my tail wags.
Really good friends let me stray off the path,
sniffing living things and bark I remember
from trees born before I was.
Every second, someone’s outside light goes out.
Some of their spirits I have known. Some I have not.
They glitter inside me when I dream.
Sometimes I chase them.
I wish them all a beautiful flight into the heavens
until I catch up, barking and leaping as I go.
Especially noted today are sister Alex, Sally, Bob, and Daisy.
Advice from Oliver: We’re all family.