Tiny Warrior

MacIntosh 1980- December 20, 2010


The world,
It is your favorite place,
No worries on your mind.
The storms,
They are not with you now,
Your chariot left behind.
Your tiny feet,
Your dappled coat,
has melted with the snow.
You're free to live in spirit now,
Safe place for you to go.
You wander through our guilded aisles,
Brings joy throughout your herd.
You lead us with your knowing calm,
Your soul has passed your word.
Your tiny ness,
Your innocence,
Is great beyond your years.
Your giantness,
Your sweet lightness,
Dissolves our greatest fears.
We would say good bye to you,
but somehow this seems trite.
We know you walk among us now,
Your leaving seems just right.