Alone he came through swirling mist
In coat of gold with heart so sore.
Who knows what drove his single quest
He, clear of eye and firm of jaw.
Who trod his path at dark of night,
To the house where burned the welcome light.
The weary traveller to the open door,
To the comfort of that threadbare floor,
They knew him by his mystic paw
Twas Ben the psychic labrador.
Perhaps a Pharoe from the flowing Nile
Long since embalmed to rest in grace
Or an Inca from a city high
On mountain top 'twixt earth and space.
How far he'd travelled no one knew
Some claimed he was a dog who flew
Some claimed the wisdom of his eyes
Belied his canine shape and size
While some just gazed in silent awe
On Ben the psychic labrador.
Maybe a dog or maybe ... what?
A force whose heart beat echoes love?
A soul that burns with healing heat?
Why now a dog and not a dove?
But this spirit hound from the astral shore
This warrior from the cosmic war
Who wagged his tail by the open door
Found speculation quite a bore.
He'd come to walk the earth once more
As Ben the psychic labrador.
© Patrick Ellis