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The spot to rest and see over you still

can be a place that they went to at will.

For because you continue to remember these yet

rest assured they may have the world's greatest animal medical practitioner.

Second Composition of Poems for Pet dogs Death

Angels in the Four Legged Kind



Wings may not be only for the parrots above

for God gifted your with a dog to love

He knew the love that one could give

for he knew the perfect place for that dog to reside in

and as you have a void that can't end up filled

remember that your memories can't be mortally wounded.

The love you gave for your four legged friend

is a gift of love that may assist you to mend.

Love from above will always be felt

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Part II (9-2007)

Ode to Age

This old man, I watched him

trying in vain--to fall into his apartment,

to open the entranceway with his hands together with key--which

summoned his brain, in vain;

no longer working with his eyes, at eighty-seven.

Together with there, there, in the yard beside him

a boy of ten, his grandson, playing with their dog:

two lives changing, like summer time and winter,

bad weather and snow; one watching the other grow old,

wanting to die; the other, vibrant, hip to thigh,

loosed locks, waiting for another season to pass

so they can grow up fast.

Note: No. 1994, Daniel and Papa Augusto, and the dog Jason, in the garden, while the author sits over the platform watching. The clouds inside sky, darkening, it is actually Wednesday, about 4: thirty PM, 9-19-2007, Huancayo, Peru.

Death by Suicide

(#(... and then a long needle)

Suicide is much like a long needle in the heart--;

one looking to escape the slum with earth's dark.

Not viewing the high elm previously mentioned their heads

(together with spring being not remote);

thus, they think to slain life and death
Death Poems