While Walking My Dog’s Ghost
I spot a baby rabbit
lying still in a clump of grass
no wider than my hand.
It quivers, but I pretend
not to have seen, for fear
that the dog, ghost or not,
will frighten and chase it
into the brush, beyond
its mother’s range,
perhaps to become lost
and thirsty, malnourished,
filthy, desperate, much
like the dog when we
found each other that hot,
dry evening so long ago.
Old habits stay with you. I like this one very much and it’s the third baby rabbit that has popped up in the last day or two around here. Synchronicity 🙂
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Those rabbits are everywhere! I haven’t spotted any babies lately, but the adults are certainly hopping around.
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Great poem! I love finding little bunnies in the grass! We had on in our back yard this summer!
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I try not to disturb them, but sometimes it happens.
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They don’t seem to go very far when they are chased out. By the time we see them they are already eating grass.
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Heart-warming tribute to the dog AND to the rabbit – to the then and now, and the essential tension between species. Our Labrador impulsively gives chase to small creatures I’d much prefer to observe peacefully. Reading this, acknowledging the day will come when I won’t need to tug back on her leash – I will miss the tension.
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Jackboy the Cattledog was quite the predator, and I had to restrain him from time to time. He managed to “catch” a porcupine at our country place, where he was never leashed, and you can imagine the ensuing trauma. I miss the dog, I miss the walks.
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The only catch for our Lab (now 8 years old) has been one not-quite-ready-to-fly dove retrieved from the gutter and released into human hands a bit damp but otherwise unharmed. But she scares things with her exuberant chase! Once a skunk took a stand … we hope that remains a once.
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Rats, mice, possums, lizards, birds, insects (I once saw him leap into the air and catch a praying mantis in flight). But no skunks. I always worried about that! The porcupine was bad enough.
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Thanks to your dog’s ghost, the baby rabbit will not be lost.
If all humans had their dog’s ghost, may be this world would have no orphans.
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Ah, a world without orphans. Imagine that!
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I’m jealous. I can’t capture anything except the sky on my camera’s phone. 😦
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I’m about the same, now verbiage on the other hand, is my paint brush or lens.
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I can’t either. The bunny pic is from morguefile.com. 🙂
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lol I feel so much better about myself now. The pressure is off.
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Great title for a poem. The title alone is a perfect micro-haiku!!
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The dog and I are both creatures of habit, tho he seems less so these days. 🙂
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We are all creatures of habit. I just wish my habit of writing poetry rose to the level of your habit of writing GREAT poetry!
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Ha! But I also have a habit of making noise that only slightly resembles music… Still, it offers me something that nothing else does. 🙂
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My ghosts are cats. They were indoor in life and remain indoor in death so the creatures outside are still safe. Indoors their presence is like whispers in another room. I miss them.
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They do stay with us!
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Beautiful. I haven’t owned a dog for many years, but I do remember him very well. A Yorkshire Terrier named Twerp, his method of waking me up each morning was to stand on my forehead and wag his stub of a tail to tell me he had to go out. Quite a character, that one! 🙂
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Thank you, George. Our first dog, an English bulldog, would gently mouth my hand to tell me it was time to get up and feed him. He did like his breakfast!
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My dog is getting up there in years. I hope he haunts me. The only he’s ever chased was the local squirrels. Never caught one though.
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Jackboy caught one squirrel. The proudest day of his life.
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🙂
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Hi Robert, would it be possible to send you a private email? I don’t know how to do that. There’s something I’d like to ask you. Best, Magnus.
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I’ve emailed you. 🙂
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A tender one, Robert
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My dogs have always brought out the best in me, Derrick.
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How lucky you both were; I’ve come to the prejudice that cattledogs are simply the best dogs in the world, living or spectral.
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If you can embrace their need to work and constant shedding, they are the best. I’d love to adopt another one, but we’re at our limit right now with two dogs. 😦
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I am also walking my dog’s ghost, on a nightly basis and remembering the things that he would do en-route. The reactions to the cats, “who lived there” so he didn’t need to chase them etc all vivid in these recent memories. https://indiablue.co.uk/2016/07/31/to-our-wonderful-beautiful-boy-and-number-one-son/
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They remain with us long after they’ve departed.
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they certainly do, robert. forever in our hearts.
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So true, John. I miss all of them.
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So True, probably for always, at least in the heart.
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Well done, for the poem and the dog. I have a similar story about my Popsy. My eyes fill with tears when I think of what could have happened to that bedraggled little kitten, had she not staggered up our driveway one late summer’s evening. Sally
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They have ways of finding us, don’t they?
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hello o at the edges its dennis the vizsla dog hay aww i am shoor yore dogs ghost enjoyd the wawkeez and i am glad the baby bunny did not get skayrd!!! yoo no i think my brother and sisters ghosts mite stil vizzit us heer frum time to time i do not see them but i think i smel them stil!!! ok bye
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Thank you, Dennis. I wonder what ghost dogs smell like.
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several dogs revisited me while reading this. grateful tears…M.E.
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I’m always grateful for these visits.
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what gifts they still bring 🙂
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💔
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Impossible not to read a poem with a title like this.
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I credit the dogs!
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But combined with the word “ghost.”
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Beautiful and heartbreaking.
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Thank you, Nadia.
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Pets tear into our hearts and attach themselves so that when they leave us, they’re really not far away. This is one of my favorites poems of yours — wistful and charming (and who can resist such sweet critters?). xo
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They are irresistible, aren’t they?
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I like the crossover of feelings – a layered effect much like life.
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Thanks very much, Dave.
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a very touching peace. I’ve been away from this site for a little, so glad to see your amazing writing 🙂
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So glad you made it back, Melanie Ann. Thanks for your kind comment.
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With two old dogs and two little wild rabbits living in our gardens, this brought tears to my eyes. Gentle and loving creatures appeal so much it hurts.
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A few years ago we had three old dogs. Now we have two young ones. The cycle continues…
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Lovely and simple. To me it reads thoughtfulness and care :-). Thanks for stopping by Rinnah’s Place.
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Thanks very much. And you’re very welcome; I enjoyed my visit.
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A beautiful tribute to both creatures.
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They’re both beautiful. And thank you.
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Since he has passed on to the next realm, not a day passes that I do not think of him.
I am grateful that now we are never parted.
He is my Angel Puppy.
Thank you, Robert
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They can have that effect on us.
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This reminded me of some of the feelings I had with my last dog. The poem was really nice
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I’m so pleased it resonated with you. Thank you.
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We have a “pet” cottontail that lives under our mountain mahogany. I worry that the coyotes – not dogs – may catch it. A very evocative poem. Thanks.
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We used to have hordes of cottontails on our rural property. When we went outside in the morning before dawn and turned on the lights, they’d scatter. Jackboy never caught one, but we stopped letting him go out on his own in the dark after he “caught” a porcupine.
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Your doggie is/was an Australian Cattle Dog, just like my little sparkplug “Ammo.” Beautiful poem. I feel it in my bones.
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Yep. He was a great dog. And thank you, Margaret.
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beautifully done, glad to have found this gem Robert
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Thanks very much. So pleased you found it!
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Nice poem. I love the bunnies. They seem to come and go at my house, and when they get inside the dogs’ area, I shooo the bunnies out before the dogs go out.
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They are fun, aren’t they?
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a great title; a rather wonderful poem
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Thanks very much.
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Greatly enjoyed your sensitive, evocative poem and the conversation it led to. Thanks for liking mine Robert.
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Thank you very much. I’m so pleased you like it.
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You’ve made me miss my blue heeler.
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Wow, I love this poem and the fact you understand this particularly painful type of loss – When the innocence and purity of a dog makes it so much harder to accept the finality of their last breath.
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I’ve learned much from my dogs.
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