ODE TO SHUN LEE
When I walk by your lair
I remember sadly you’re no longer there,
You wove a bond between us traveling from your nose, up and down your spine, and into your toes. You’d wait patiently for my arrival–nose to glass for endless hours–your
reward, free roam in our home. Now, you are King… King Lizard of
everything, your wish is my only command. You gesticulate your reply,
moving your proud head up and down, signaling all is right hailing from
your sun-green birthright. I hope that you have found a perfect resting round, free of pain, full of scrumptious worms and no distain. We will forever love you dear Chinese waterdragon Shun Lee, and finally, here are kisses for thee, xox.
©2018 Michelle Kogan
This shape poem is from a prompt on Renée LaTulippe’s blog No Water River, from JaNay Brown-Wood, writer, storyteller, performer, and much, much more. She challenged us to write an Ode-Shape poem to a person or pet that we love. Thank you JaNay for this wonderful challenge! And thanks Renée for hosting JaNay!