Laika, over coffee

You see, friend?

The way the sky darkens?

The way the stars become aware?

You see the horizon, the distant lands

Of moon-rock and sleeping metal?

You see a dog, running, running, running

Up to such a point in the sky?

You see, do you not? Our saint?

And you see her catch it, the earth between

Her sharp canines

And you feel a tooth into your heart?

Do you see it, my friend? 

Do you see her wagging tail?

Do you?

And sipping coffee with me

In this early morning

And we talk and talk

Do you feel her?

Soft eyes begging for

A taste of life?

For dropped crumbs?

She falls

Do you miss her, my friend?

(NaPoWriMo Day 6!!! yay, all caught up! <3)