Scooby-Doo poem by Cathy Dellinger

SCOOBY-DOO


A night rarely passes the moon
without a thought of you wandering
amid the fields of clover.

And I smile as your tail wags in the distance,
far beyond my reach, my old man.

Decades spent watching you smile,
barking at the moon, taking your seat amid
a warm summer night.

You tasted my tears, touched my smile,
and filled me with joy.

Now you are gone, racing with the moon
as it waxes and wanes, licking my tears.

Now, you are gone, old man.


2011 by Cathy Dellinger