For the way he tilted his head. For the eyes that seemed to see. For the walks he liked to take. For the graceful way he aged. For his peacefulness of mind. For the paths he liked to tread. For the corner where he grazed. For his whinnying for grain. For his loving to be brushed. For the gentleness of his soul.
26
November
Rocky’s Pasture
by Jon Katz