Pup in Heaven

A maiden stands beside her friend, as evening mist

begins to slip and spirit through the cheery lights

of days that seemed forever. Sleepy eyes resist

the pixie dust and kisses of celestial sprites.

The maiden calls -- a moment's fuss, her little friend

is in her arms; they gather for a rendezvous

with playmates in a castle garden. They ascend

beyond the realms of valiant knights and derring-do

to cotton billows frolicking upon the sky

in images of lambs at pasture lulled to sleep.

And gentle laughter, softer than a lullaby,

is carried to the winds below, as if to keep

a vision in the air: a little girl, a pup,

a starry romp, and angels barely keeping up.