mason kose marchand

A Psalm for Ben

Ever the furry companion
Bizarrely charming and grinch-toed
If I am the mage, he was my familiar
Which is to say yes
I do feel I have lost part of myself

As he lay on the back porch in his final moments
Eyes searching for what we could not see
The wind picked up
The sun lowered
Signaling the transition

In his last few years he became hard of hearing
Yet on that Wednesday afternoon
I am sure he heard the call
From just beyond the mountain
From somewhere we cannot yet comprehend

Calling him elsewhere

Calling him home.

-mkm