It's Still Life

Moon Dog (sonnet from deconstructed haibun)

My dog dreamt
she chased the moon.
It filled her head
with sky by night.

By day she soaked
in long wet grass,
and ran between
light and gravity.

She left us
in deepest winter light,
left our lives
much too quiet.

Last night I dreamt
my dog was the moon.

©️ Misky 2020