It's Still Life

Nameless …

He knew the measure of it
when he ran along the fence,
knew the measure
of cold heavens shining.

Four bones, thinner than night –
on limbs to carry him tirelessly.
And his fur was the colour
of salt-edged sand or wind
scattered across frost.

And I hummed him a tune of
5 twilight notes, an ancient
summoning lest we forget,
a tune to open a door.

He fled from here
and into the next, as if
death was a star
and my hand was his cloud.

And I said “Farvel, min lille.”

Written for Day 15 PAD (Poet-a-Day Challenge) “Nameless or Faceless”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.