February 9-11, 2013
Sometimes a month may seem like a month,
sometimes it may seem like a day, a week, and even a year.
But a Sunday spent at home, with family, with the beagles
may feel like an eternity, a God-filled eternity.
When first they heard the whistle, the liao mafia whistle,
I saw them tilt their heads and face the door,
with eyes on high alert, and tails wagging nonstop.
Then as I came nearer, they all started barking-
all 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12 beagles ! of all sizes and colors !
That was Saturday. So on Sunday,
I woke up to an opera of beagles barking and howling,
complete with a soprano, an alto, a tenor.
All calling out for breakfast! And to serve them fast!
But on Monday, all the excitement turned somber
and all their eyes looked doleful.
No more cheerful barking, only a slow thump of tails a’wagging-
As if to say, “Awww, you’re leaving… We’ll miss you,
Come home soon, We love you!”
So on our way back to the city, as I looked up to the sky,
I saw a Beagle-shaped cloud… and that made me smile.
It was probably their way of saying:
“Buen Camino! – Love, Simon Cola Brandon Pepper
Summer Ruffio Bruno and the Puppies”