The time comes.
A Siberian Husky lifts up its head.
There is an
untested adventure beyond. Time to go.
Across the Rainbow
Bridge is a place for all dogs.
A river runs
wide and shallow with tennis balls that fly with their own wings;
That is the
place for a Labrador or Golden to await its master's arrival.
The Siberian is
not content here. Northward is its trail.
There are soft
pastures for Aussies and Border Collies, with sheep and geese to pen.
Agility
equipment grows like trees amid Frisbees and flyball.
But the North
continues its sure wild call,
And the
Siberian's journey continues.
Now the air is
colder. Now the moon is always full.
Now the light is
silver and it breaks and shimmers on fields of bright snow.
Now there are no
roads, no walls, no pens, just endless space to run.
This is where
Siberians gather, North of the Rainbow Bridge.
They wait in this
beautiful place, happy, but not complete.
Suddenly, a howl
begins, as one dog senses someone coming,
Someone very
special.
All the
Siberians raise their heads and join in the ancient chorus.
They dance like
moonbeams and sing like winter winds.
There are red
ones like dawn streaks, black ones splattered with many colors
And silver ones
like the first strange hour before light.
They line up as
if in harness and run together,
In a
scintillating, many-colored streak.
The leader of
the team guides the others past the fields
And river, with
racing feet and racing heart.
They rush to
greet the new arrival at the Rainbow Bridge
Where the leader
is rejoined with its beloved person, never to be parted again.
The glory of the
reunion is celebrated by all
The Siberians
dwelling beyond the Bridge,
A glimmering,
multicolored team leaping and whirling with joy.
The light from
that scene is what we see on magical evenings
In the
northernmost parts of this Earth:
The Aurora
Borealis, the Northern Lights beyond the Rainbow Bridge.
(MakWa4me)
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