Unlike us humans, animals tend not make a fuss; maybe because they know something that we don't.

Old Dog

The old dog slipped
out into the garden
and there found a bush
beneath which to lay.

The time had come,
he knew not to stay.

His time was now,
to take himself away.

D G Moody 2023

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Written on 2023-10-26 at 17:39

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A pain I know well.

A pain communicated well.

Nice one.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely written, and true, I think.

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a sad story to tell, Dougie, but I think you have written this poem in a really charming way.
I genuinely think that you may well be right, and animals are probably in tune with the more subtle rhythms of life, and death... so subtle that overthinking humans think that they (the animals) don't know or understand death. We so often endeavour to understand animals and in doing so we place human characteristics upon them because they are the only ones we know.
Blessingsand love, Allen