i pass through a cold spot
the paranormal experts
tell me this is a sign
some formerly corporeal being
is absorbing energy because
it wishes to communicate
or otherwise engage
with a world of mucus-leaking
sacks of wobbly flesh
who’s a good boy?
i don’t discourage the flickers
at the edge of my vision
the sound of jangled tags
the clacking of long toenails
happy to ride a bus
i’ll get off only when they make me
without a known destination
still
lately i gaze
out the window at a soft horizon
and feel the need for heaven
Words and Feathers 
Holy crap, my friend. I just tried to read this aloud to my family (my kids love all things paranormal), but couldn’t, because I was too choked up. This is so raw and wonderful. Just. Wow. I’m sorry for your pain, but in a way grateful that you don’t discourage the signs of Bodhi’s lingering, because it yielded this magnificently moving tribute.
Thank you. I had to let this one come out slowly. I’ve been having some trouble writing lately but this one just came out.
I think you had a little help from a friend.
True. 🐕
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Out of the ashes of heartbreak rises the phoenix of poetry. A brilliant piece by the illustrious Charles Payne on the recent loss of his pooch, Bodhi.
One of the most touching things I’ve read all year. Well done.
Thank you.
Ah, Charles, I feel this one!
Thank you. I’m glad some of the feelings that went into it resonate with you.
They truly do, Charles.
Oh gosh, Mr. Crow. I’m so sorry. The heartbreak comes through.
Thank you, Merril.
“who’s a good boy?” — terrific.
Thanks 🙏
Broke my heart.
Mine too.
Strong stuff, take care.
Thank you.
You’re welcome.
I feel like this too often these days. wish I didn’t.
I’m sorry you have to go through it, too.
The breath caught in my throat reading your sorrow. Warm hugs, darling Charles. 🌹 🥀 🌻
Thank you, Rose.
Wonderful,mellows a old witches heart 81yrs old dec 22
Thank you.