The fluffy black fur dazzles.
He watches with half closed eyes
-Someone has come to hassle.
This human race so unwise-
In lazy nonchalant way
the bushy broom-tail he wags.
With a yawn the bear-face sways.
Lo! Arise! The master swags.
He is done with human-time.
Waits for his partner in crime.
My mind churns up old pictures.
The heart beats to memories.
The pain finds joyful mixture-
I breathe slow, deep, and with ease.
How lovely were childhood tears-
blend of mischief and silence.
The exaggerated fears.
And the shy-full secret yearns.
I still can scent their fragrance.
My tongue waits to rewind once.
Slowly I descended into the well-
with water long gone it seemed parched and dry.
Here in the years bygone warm springs had dwelled
quenching the thirst keeping the spirits high.
Steps of stone led deeper into the past,
and tingled my soul with fanciful tales.
How unaware of an abyss so vast
yet a wonderful mix of joy and wails.
But for the bees and ghost eyes of the peers-
my thoughts echoed in the silence profound.
I wished this well had elongated ears
for coins of prayers were scattered around.
The noise above fading, the depth nearer-
I heard the voices in my head clearer.
