Friday, April 18, 2025

Tale of John Esther

 







 

The ground was his bed

And his dog was a pillow

To rest his weary head

Sleeping underneath the willow.

 

The breezes came to cool

The night’s high degree

As rain flowed into a pool

Soaking Miss Polly

The brown pet squirrel

That had befriended Molly

The Labrador with black and pearl

Ears and a half missing tail

Lost in a brawl with two pit bulls.

John held them both as his totem whale;

His spirit guides away from the fools

And masters who could not accept

him - for his last name was Esther.

A name that no one could forget

Any easier than his thick hair of alabaster

Or those deep vacant green eyes

That seem to be staring into the abyss.

There were no more dreams, but he tries

For Molly and Polly are his family and his bliss

 

 

And as his last breath left his soul

Like a bubble floating away

To a place that is told to hold

His name in good blessing today.











 


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