Look for me not here, for I have flown away
My body grew weak, and here I could not stay
But my spirit lives, although you cannot see
It continues on, the essence that is me
For, you must recall, what is loved never dies
In the bright sun see the sparkle of my eyes
In sun-kissed grass feel my silky-soft, warm fur;
Feel my gentle breaths when summer breezes stir
A soft rose petal–just like my velvet nose;
A pussy-willow–just like my plushy toes
Fuzzy dandelions are like my tail of fluff;
Open your senses–you’ll know me sure enough
My whiskers’ tickle, the grass on your bare feet;
My hind feet thumping in Earth’s own rhythmic beat
A leaf on your face, the soft tips of my ears…
Just pay attention–look! hear! feel! through your tears
Always in your heart, and ever in your mind–
You needn’t look far–would I leave you behind?
by Pat Dallmann-Weaver in memory of Domino
House Rabbit Journal Summer 2004: Volume IV, Number 10