The dinner deer in reflection

Expectant

In the uppers of the garden

You regard me sweetly
how far you see
and deeply felt

Precious love, we send them out.

Little love,
when you have breathed
surely this, your last,
I'll don my suit
and take you out
with fire of rocket blast.
Into the Heaven
deep and far
to set your spirit free
And join the field
of yearning stars
to watch Him dance with thee.

A goodbye

Toby,

Courageous and adventuring

affectionate

living outside the bounds

of the expected world.

Ethel Mae