Todd Duncan Tennyson
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My old boy Alex
He’s pushing 12 years afield.
Old
hard
and stubborn
He hurts
But never lets it show
I try to follow that lead
He hunts hard and works
I admire him
I can not communicate with him like I used to.
He is deaf
Deaf like a shout & a war fought over his head
far from dumb
He can read my face,
My motions
My gestures
The way I stand
the way I rise from a chair
I snap my fingers to test
Once on the left.
Once on the right
nothing
Call his name as he lays beside me
There is no response
I smack the floor with my hand and he perks up.
I motion him to “come to” and he does
Licking my face.
I’ve a deaf dog.
I’d eat bees for him
I sign down,
He hits the dirt
I sign come
He comes
his tired ears
their loss
Bittersweet
We’ll keep on working the river,
Just me and him
Until the day
that there's no spirit
Calling us to come
He’s pushing 12 years afield.
Old
hard
and stubborn
He hurts
But never lets it show
I try to follow that lead
He hunts hard and works
I admire him
I can not communicate with him like I used to.
He is deaf
Deaf like a shout & a war fought over his head
far from dumb
He can read my face,
My motions
My gestures
The way I stand
the way I rise from a chair
I snap my fingers to test
Once on the left.
Once on the right
nothing
Call his name as he lays beside me
There is no response
I smack the floor with my hand and he perks up.
I motion him to “come to” and he does
Licking my face.
I’ve a deaf dog.
I’d eat bees for him
I sign down,
He hits the dirt
I sign come
He comes
his tired ears
their loss
Bittersweet
We’ll keep on working the river,
Just me and him
Until the day
that there's no spirit
Calling us to come
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