“A Cloudy Day”
Cloud… on his way home this day, he has died .
Who found him, still warm? A queen on her ride.
Now, heavy walk we north, a procession,
Weeping, our sweet friend’s last, long journey home.
Glory! A proud life, real victories won!
Behold! Endless blue skies to freely roam!
Our brother did his best, indeed he tried.
Come swift overhead now, lone black raven!
Witness! Death's lone watcher, deep sorrow seen,
This white knight, struck down, by killers craven!
His bright life they took, as he stood between…
This one warm home and the rolling dark tide.
A clear day, spirit rise, form fleecy skies!
True born bright, on wool, hide, in canvas lodge,
One of a pride, greeted life, gentle cries,
Made different than most, so sweetly odd…
Singing soul among the heavens will glide!
He, always kind, lived life quick, calmly bold,
Left quiet sleep, to the fray, hunter leaps!
Sleek, prowl low, summer or winter now, cold.
Back ‘round to place of birth, here now death keeps,
Waiting for the next life, we must abide.
All his young friends will go, his old ones guide,
Cloud rests peaceful now; his family cried.
-- J.R.H.
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