Duke

A small furry thing

Landed in my arms

Staring back at me

With closed eyes

I looked back

It just squirmed in my hands

Slowly

I put it back in the nursery

Designed for it.

A few days after

I tried to hold it again

In my hands

It squirmed again

And jumped on the floor

I ran after it

And held it again

In my arms

Against my chest

The warmth clung to me

Like a fog

Enveloping my existence.

Days became months

It kept on growing

Jumping everywhere

Running after me

Looking at me with those pleading eyes

For taking it out

And enjoying the fun

That is the world.

Every day was a new day

Every homecoming was a joy

Of new tender feelings

And a belongingness

I have always known

Life is too short

So many things

So many memories are left behind.

But just when

Life had started blossoming

It came to an end.

I look at my hands

There is nothing in them

Except for an emptiness

Yet time and again

I feel that soft furry touch

Of memories

That will live forever and ever