The Divine Old Dog has slowed,

the chipmunks tease her every day,

they edge closer and closer,

run nearer than they ever dared before,

the rabbits dig deeper into their holes,

the groundhogs arrogantly waddle,

just a few yards away,

the Divine Old Dog

is not as quick as before, she cannot dig far.

But old dogs do learn new tricks,

and pride never weakens with age.

She lies down by the gate,

and closes her eyes, she looks

tired, confused, lost in sleep and dreams

the chipmunk stops and stares,

listens to the old dog’s sighs and moans,

and darts for the gate.

The Divine Old Dog opens an eye,

shoots out her paw,

and invites the chipmunk to the Dance Of The Angels,

where so many rabbits, chipmunks, groundhogs,

skunks, racoons and mice,

dance every night in the Crystal Ballroom,

to the light of the stars,

and the music of the barn swallows.

They are all on

her guest list for the ages.