Max

Max began his journey
to Summerland today
He left the cold of Winter
to venture on his way
Earlier this morning
I kind of said goodbye
He Was lying close to Sable
And he looked me in the eye

I patted him and Sable
and cast
A purple tent
over them both I am not sure why
But clearly it was mean’t

This morning I just found him
Sable at his side
She raised her paw and told me
Max dear Max has died

He looked peaceful
curled up
lying softly there
In a lasting solitude
His soul already there.

He had a heart of gold
Did Max
A really
soulful boy
Simple ways but was ablaze
With every kind of joy

I found a box and have lined it
And this will be his place
And I will bury him in the garden
Where he used to chase
Butterflies and bees sometimes
This place will be where
He can see me from my window
When he comes back there

Just digging his grave