Thursday, February 12, 2015

Monday, February 2, 2015

Penny

How can we measure a creature's capacity for love?  How can we sound those depths?


I face the setting sun, while the full moon rises through the trees behind me.  

I kneel and pat down the dark soil

And I say good bye to Penny.


Though I picked out four names, the other three came up to me one by one and told me what they wanted to be called and I discarded my list of names.

But you came to me and looked up at me with your bright eyes, and said "I'll be Penny", and so one name from the list was used after all.  And I was glad, because it fit you so well.  Bright and shiny.

You perched in my hand the very first day we met.  You fell asleep and I didn't want to wake you, by setting you down, but I finally did and you snuggled in with the others.

The others just act like hens.  What else can I expect?  Would I have them be something they're not?   The surprise was you.

It's not the same without you.

I try with them.  But they aren't like you.

You with your playfulness and lightheartedness.

You made me smile, and you made me love you.  A life well crafted.

Well done Penny.