Ode to a LoverbySilverwolf ©![]() I find myself still amazed by the memory of you. The smallest, everyday movements of your fine furred body, The scope of your expressions, a range of emotion claimed incapable of your species. The wonder you displayed of life, Your senses telling stories I could only imagine, you explored your world, Your friends, My body. I fancied myself an observer of life. Yet had not tried to live, Till you showed me how. Your hesitant, curious pose in a garden we traveled every day, Making me look closer, at every flower, every stone a new story. The exuberant bark you’d give the ducks in the park, Your delicate nose dancing along fresh, exciting scents hidden from me. The mind blowing sensations you gave my body each night we lay together. The joy and passion you displayed as I in turn played along the lines of your fantastic form. The life you created, even as your own ebbed. The love you nurtured in a heart I’d felt made of stone. That I know, by your weak yet gentle kiss, your last living thought was of me. Thank you Tippy, Just for being, while you could, And for letting me be, both with and through you. Sw “forever and always pumpkin” "Site content and stories Copyright secured 1998-2003 Silverwolf & Silverwolf Industries" "E-mail the Author at silverw122@netscape.net" |