"C'mon! time to eat!"
Foolish to shout, 'cause he's deaf,
but old habits are hard to break.
Stomping the floor to get his attention,
opened his eyes , clouded with cataracts.
But, at least it got him awake.
He raised his heavy head,
covered with reddish hair, and yawned.
Focusing his one good eye,
(the one that droops from loss of muscle)
with a little grunt and straining,
he pushed up to stand, none too spry.
Suddenly realizing that it was food time,
feet began to move, with old body swaying.
Down the hall and into the kitchen.
Something was wrong. He stopped,
a strange look upon his face,
turned to the door with a flood of urine,
then dropped to the floor like a stone.
Running to him..
Lifting his head ...
Calling his name...
He fluttered his eyes,
and my old friend was gone.
by willow miranda
