Pasha, your funny little guy
conjuring mane braids;
curious and peeking. hide-and-seeking;
impishly leading the Other Man on a chase.

Pasha, your partner
took you
laughing and galloping
along shadowy riverbed and green rug pasture
and sometimes, measured plodding,
through chill brrr snowdrift
or along bough-barred trail and oozy bog
to share in the bounty of lilikoi
armfuls of flowers
and one more carrot.

Pasha, your soulmate
with brimming brown eyes
to mirror your smiles;
and cheek-soft muzzle
to wipe your tears;
and muscle-rippled neck
to hold in your arms;
and his gentle spirit
to soar forever on winged feet
in your memory.

August 11, 1987

[written for Cheri W~ after the death of her Arabian horse, the only dependable male in her life for many years. I was the Other Man.]

About Ed Medley

Ed Medley has been on a random walk for over 50 years. Many scribbles and snapshots at this site are from his vagabond transits; others are from his decades of international experience in geological and geotechnical engineering, academia, and mineral exploration prospecting.
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