What brought hooves/COWser here to graze and read in your port?
I saw your poem featured in this week's Poetry Newsletter and came to read.
What Does spOOky hooves think about while perusing your item?
I have been there with my mother at the very end of her life. That was such a difficult thing to see when her mind would slip away, especially at night with that sundowning type thing.
The confusion was real bad, but then there was a sort of clarity and vision she had right at the end. I was relieved to see it and thought she was getting better. I didn't realize that it is part of dying, that clear thinking right at the end of everything.
What does hooves moo and applaud about while reading your item?
That first part really struck a chord, but it's all true to what I experienced back ten years ago.
"The hours
between dusk and dawn
are fraught
with sleepless thoughts
and listening
for the loved one's voice
or footsteps echoing
through the house."
You have captured a great deal of the emotion I remember. Well done!
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