04-20-2021, 03:03 AM
He did not wake but rose from bed, as silent as the snow
already piling on the lane; his walk was soft and slow
yet purposeful; beneath the hedge the vixen watched him pass,
not knowing that he slept above the flattened earth and grass.
His morning carer found his footprints, tracked him on the lane
then turning through the churchyard gate, and all without his cane;
a dozen yards of treads remained, and then there were no more –
the journey ended at the grave of his dear Elinor.
already piling on the lane; his walk was soft and slow
yet purposeful; beneath the hedge the vixen watched him pass,
not knowing that he slept above the flattened earth and grass.
His morning carer found his footprints, tracked him on the lane
then turning through the churchyard gate, and all without his cane;
a dozen yards of treads remained, and then there were no more –
the journey ended at the grave of his dear Elinor.