In the clearing

  Just a dog in the clearing
sniffs the air and runs like the wind
   Just a little thing but faster than the sun
she runs 
  Suddenly stopping she turns and sees us
seeing our shadows shimmering in the
other place.  She cocks her head. 
  Our tears falling as she rolls in the long grass,
   Our tears falling as she chases a dragon fly,
     Our tears falling as she nuzzles new friends, 
       Our tears, not hers. 
She barks a greeting, then says goodbye.