The Greatest Loss

The day casts a long shadow,
Time passes all too slowly.
Scratches on the door, paw prints

Still visible to a bleary eye with the
Occasional fur caught on the leg
Of a chair. Her DNA is in every

Room, her presence lives, her collar
He lead, her bowl still full with water
Sitting in the kitchen alongside her

Favourite treat. Yes, the days cast
A long shadow. The emptiness so
Profound, the loneliness

Complete.