Ghost Shadow

My boy Pup, at the river

You pad

soft and silent

through my dreams.

Your spirit comes

to me,

some mornings,

and you

rest your nose

on the side

of my bed,

and whuff,

as you used to do,

to wake me,

all the mornings

of your life.

Your absence

is a Presence

in my every

waking hour.

Your footsteps

will walk

forever

in my heart.