Plea and Reply
(on the death of a pet)

O merciful and holy,
hear now and once forever
these myriad I witness daily:
feather broken on the road,
small pelt impaled,
claws locked in ice
or dim eye sinking,
or flutter and buzz,
or any who falls under a mountain.
All these need a saint.

O kind observer,
here you see us:
feather broken on the road,
small pelt impaled,
claws locked in ice,
or dim eye sinking,
or flutter and buzz,
or any who falls under a mountain.
Did you think we pass in ignorance?
Do you not know we are the fingers of the saint?


~ Lou Rogers