It was dark when I tried to bury her,
Borrowed the farmers spade, but
The ground was rocky and grief had
Sapped my strength.

Two boulders – shoulder to shoulder-
Looking like a giants molars, formed
A small cave and I put her there, wrapped
In her own blanket to protect her from
Night frost, just in case she wasn’t dead
Covered the opening with stones.

Sat under an olive tree and waited for
Daybreak, must have fallen asleep, awoke
When I thought I heard she calling me,
Removed the stones, stroked her head,
But she was dead.

When dawn came into the dale and veils
Of light lit up the boulders and morning
Breeze jingled green leaves, I finally
Knew that her journey had begun.