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
It's Still Life 
8 responses to “Sonnet from Deconstructed Haibun”
Good observation: when pets leave they leave our lives “much too quiet”.
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This feels so whimsical and charming but of course sad as well. Our companions leave such a void when they depart our lives.
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Wonderful.
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Beautifully moving!
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I really love this as a sonnet… the last two lines is really a perfect volta for the complete poems and sadness of a pet that has parted.
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Thank you!
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We’re so sorry for your loss Misky 💜
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You name that grief and reality so well.
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