26. Finding Skye

Like an orchestra's cue to begin, my hand on the door
set off the canine chorus housed within
while each dog strove to win the solo part

but your curled silence shouted louder than the rest,
still as a statue, only the faintest flick of the tail
gave a clue that you cared but did not dare,

yet I felt the connection crying to be heard,
me, abandoned in loss, my grief still burning,
you, just abandoned.  Reaching out a hand to the bars
you shared with me that secret collie smile.