Animus, poetry from the veil

A Boy and his Dog

In Summer fields my dog and I
upon the soft moist grass would lie,
beneath the deeply azure sky
to speak of cabbages and Kings.

We'd run into the forest green
to places none but us had seen
pretending we were king and queen
of all the woodland creatures.

She was the best friend that I had
and I her loyal, loving lad,
was never in her presence sad,
we were the perfect pair.

Now childhood's gone and still I hear
her happy barking in my ear
whenever summer days draw near
with field of grass before me.

I see her in my dreams at night,
her ghostly tail wags in delight,
as we together take to flight,
and I am young again.