a hint of
what lies behind
The lids,
born seal'd.
At 8 weeks,
the eyes so bright,
sparkling
with mischief,
Not a care
in the world.
At 1 year
they seek your approval,
exchanging
glances, a questioning look,
"Master,
what is your bidding?"
At 6 years
the gaze of experience,
knowing,
caring.
Responsibility
to his owners.
At 9 a look
of contentment,
satisfaction.
Willing to
let the quick pace
belong to
others.
At 12
there's but a glint,
a hint of
what lies ahead.
The eyes,
they faintly smile, mostly hope
they'll
still be loved and cared for
Until the
time the lids once again are seal'd.
(Sue Hamilton, September 17, 1988)
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