Stay by,
Stay by,
A coidog howls
In the moonless sky.
The storms builds,
Warm fog crawls
Low to the ground,
And above,
Red lightening
Burns the heaven's cry.
What of today,
These strange portents,
Where night meets day,
And the heavens vent
With darkness and fury,
The shaman’s way.
Driving down Main Street
In a battered car
Traffic slowed
And stopped,
Before the flood of tourist feet.
Right there at the cart
Of the hotdog man
And his daughter,
Selling gourmet sausages
And bottled water.
She caught a glimpse of Bodhi dog,
From the window
His head hung out
Catching the breeze and warming sun.
And ran up to say,
“Just like my little Cocker,
In every way.”
In a moment's second
It was clear
She was special
In some fey way,
Offering a supplicant’s knuckle
For him to sniff
With a friendly chuckle
As if to say, “It OK.”
He wagged and bent
His sweet head down
To catch a pat, a scratch, a treat
That lent the gesture
It’s gracious round.
Then he looked up,
Catching her eye,
And in there saw
The empty cup—-
Bodhi fell back in
Howling terror,
At his error
Before an angel’s mirror.
It can happen any day,
In some unexpected way,
That spirits of affinity,
Touch us with infinity.
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