TwilightNo longer padding softly,
grace not a part of her
early twilight,
she paces,
as if listening.
But to what?

to hand prompts
when she sees them,
hearing is something
she barely remembers.

The pacing is short-lived.
She tires easily,
sleeps most of the time.
Watching her dream,
there are some things
she does remember.

Always thirsty.
Medication does that, but
also thirsty for attention.

If her tail is any indication,
she still loves life.
And those ears.
When they perk, she could
melt any heart.

She wants to be a border collie.
And, she will be.
For a little while longer.


Off-prompt for NaPoWriMo 2017 on Day 21 of National Poetry Writing Month/Global Poetry Writing Month.

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38 thoughts on “Twilight

    • She’s fourteen, and I’ve known her for five years. At less than a year old, she needed surgery to address hip dysplasia (which explains why she was left at the shelter by a breeder), and she was projected to have maybe ten years. In October 2015, when a tumor in her abdomen was found, the vet said we should be prepared, in case Prednisone didn’t alleviate her symptoms. She perked right up, but she has slowed considerably since. She’s still plugging away, though. I figure she’s holding out for the eclipse.

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  1. Such a tender tribute to man’s best friend written only by one who has known what it is to be a dog’s best friend . . . I loved reading it! And so did McGee!

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