Brown Eyes

 

He looked one last time

Into those liquid brown eyes

As always they spoke volumes

Thank you for this

And all the other good times

The noble head slowly lay down

On the steel table

The eyes dimmed and closed

 

He recalled a tan bundle

Worn from boundless energy

Climb to his lap in exhaustion

Pink tongue searching

For a final lick

The head slowly fall down

In his lap

 

He recalled many a day

In the bush with his boys

The tan bundle growing

Adding to his responsibilities

Seeing the safe return of his charges

Worn out and content

His head falling to rest

Across his right foot

 

He recalled those days

When there seemed nothing to do

And a tan head with searching brown eyes

Would find it’s way

Under his hand

Now is a good time for a scratch

And the both of us

Would fall asleep tangled

Brown and green eyes close

 

He recalled that day

Not so long ago

The slow painful walk to his side

Those brown eyes asking

For help with this strange new feeling

The body stiff and slow

Under his hand

As the brown eyes

Took comfort in his touch

 

One day he came home

And there was no greeting

In front of his chair not moving

Lay the bundle of tan fur

A noble head barely raised

Gave him welcome home

Liquid brown eyes asked

For one more kindness

And one more scratch

 

HAL 10/2/05