She gazes across

an icy panacea

The kestrel above

calls when he sees her

The sun, though present,

is fractionated

It’s warmth not worth

being appreciated

A tumble of Schnauzers

race to greet her

A ten out of ten

on the Cute-O-Meter

Gazing liquid eyes

desperate to be touched

It was nobodys’ wonder why

she loved them so much

Their little furry faces

had such a lot to say

She couldn’t imagine being

without them

every single day

Although things weren’t perfect

in a very imperfect life

And she would have no more children

and may never be a wife

But the beauty all around her

and the freedom that she loved

Was all that she had asked for

from the Universe above

© Kait King, 2015