Savanna

Savanna

So, Savanna, my darling, you are dead.

Of course, I will never forget you.

As long as this tired old brain can function,

I will remember your glintless brown eye,

Your heavy jowls,

The way you would swat my knees with your butt

When you passed by me.

A light has gone out of my life.

You departed Earth

To reside in the realm of Idea.

As our wondrful poet has said:

"Nothing gold can stay."

-- Fred Collins