We lost our dog in the woods tonight. He ran right past me as I opened the door to go see my husband. It was cold. Dark. Silent. I thought, he'll come right back. My husband said, "Did you put on his leash?" Well...wasn't really planning on him coming with me, so, NO! I went and got the leash. He took it and said, "I'll find him." And he disappeared into the dark too. I kept hearing him calling. I stood in the middle of our backyard a bit helpless, waiting. Listening to all the crackling and wondering, can he see anything? Should I go back in the house? Will he come to the front door somehow getting around the other houses? I stood, motionless. Then it got quiet. No more calling out. Relief.
Lost in the night
you were
Alone in the dark
you were
Crackling your feet
you were
A ghost in the trees
you were
I CALLED OUT if
you were
Coming back to me, you were.
Glad you found poochie! Your post had me worried at first...
ReplyDeleteI was sitting on the edge of my seat...and so relieved that your dog was found. Phew!
ReplyDeleteOh no! Glad you found him! I liked the poem a lot...the repeating line was cool!
ReplyDeleteThe fear in the poem is clear, really great wording, Betsy. I am sorry you had to go through this, so scary. Even if it was just a few minutes, still, it isn't easy. So happy it has a happy ending!
ReplyDeleteA time of intense worrying was so clear in the poem. I'm glad the calling out stopped, so you knew the lost was found.
ReplyDeleteI like the way you used both prose and poetry in this piece, as one compliments and builds on the other. In the prose, I felt the tension build and worried for your dog, for you and your husband. Our pets are like our children, innocent babes. The poem takes on a different tone. We know the dog is found and I imagine you singing this poem to him, telling him of your worry, your love for him.
ReplyDeleteSo scary! Glad your dog returned. :)
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