My Baby.

As the Night throbbed to the pulsating starlight
Resting on the down, my dreams took a winged flight.

Some of the lanes were brightly lit and other were dark alleys.
Reminders of moments joyous and others of regrets and follies.

I suddenly heard someone whimper and weep
And I was awakened from my flighty sleep.

I kissed her little forehead and stroked her gently
And the two of us were dozing again presently.

She wagged her little tail and woofed in delight
As both of us this time, took that dreamy flight .

We wandered and walked as happy as we could be
Just to be together, in each other’s company.

I suddenly realised she wasn’t by my side
And lay looking rather forlorn by the wayside.

As she looked up at me with those big imploring eyes
I rushed back to her muttering concerned cries .

I picked her up to find ,under her long floppy ear
Was caked blood and a still oozing tear .

As my feet turned cold, I shut my eyes
Which I opened to see the glow of sunrise.

And she stood by my bed saying in her doggie talk
That I should wake up and take her for her walk !

Cookie and I , we walked another couple of years
I watched while she wagged or flapped her long ears.

Then one day she needed a routine operation
And we kept her “nil by mouth” in preparation.

When the deed was done , in her basket I put her.
Her complaining whimpers soon grew to a whisper.

I fussed and talked to her in a comforting voice.
She just looked on with those glistening brown eyes.

With a gush of love I picked up her head
Only to find she’d stopped breathing and was now dead.

I turned her head to see the tear in the ear and the caked blood
I was racked with agony as my tears came out in a flood.

My recurrent dream had come true
For indeed this was déjà vu.





Writer's Island prompt /21 March 2008 : "Déjà vu."