Ode to Isa

Ode to Isa

Dessort

You came into our lives
You so small and so pretty
Little black ball of fur
Like a lovely gift

With your master you roamed the plains
In search of quick garennes
With your master you roamed the woods
Behind barking game

For you, Sunday was a feast day
And you'd set off in spirit
Behind your master's heels
Following in his footsteps, proud and perky

You gave us 15 years
And in the morning you were gone
Faithful companion and ball of sweetness
You conquered our hearts

Rest well Isa, you've earned it
Next to your burrow you'll be able to sniff out
Withers for eternity
And hares by the thousands