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The Smoke Through the Trees
When you call out to me
With your whimpers and your willful whines
Your cries of hopefulness and plea
It is music drifting through the sky
When you cry out
Lonely, abandoned
Missing those who were once there
Filling our dreary world with sapphires and emeralds
With subtle movements
I know your unasked questions
I guide you
As much as you guide me
Apart, we are a willful force
Together, we are accomplished and proud
A team that communicates through silence
Strong, powerful, cunning
That is why
When you run for me, gasping at thin air
Paws only touching the ground for a fleeting moment
Never quite reaching me
As you are swept away by death' s icy fingers
You are truly dazzling
Like a wisp of smoke through the trees
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by Jessica Tucker
BARKS Poetry Contest winner
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