Poem – Ode to a Bee and Lament to Callie

Poem – Ode to a Bee and Lament to Callie

Upon a leave of clover it alit
Just near where she did sit.
And there, so quietly
Sniffed our dear Callie.
Gentle spirit, good ole friend,
Gone out with Dad fishing again.
Shaken paws and belly rubs.
Days forever filled with Golden love.
Little sis, yet older still,
So much joy our lives she did fill.
Gentle creature, our hearts she did win.
Let your forever begin anew my friend.

3 sept, 2015

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