Yesterday our neighbors large white dog,
I dog I always said hello to- a kind dog-
Died from a rattlesnake bite.
Protecting her people
Or Haven, the two year old
Who lives in a tiny home with his mom
On the same property.
Or, me…..who walks the road.
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Is death just our fate-
One day it is simply upon us and off we go
A unsuspected surprise
(In a good way.)
I do know the tunnel is filled with light
I have seen it- white.
her soup pot 
Hi Sally….first off, what a brilliant name…Haven!
A special Mom found that name for her child.
Everything has their dharma….the loyalty of the dog is paramount…and the striking of a rattler is too.
I would much rather be bound in loyalty than have the freedom of the deadly strike.
However that is a small personal preference since everything is God. thanks for your muse-ing Sally.
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