If my beloved Jack came back for one night.
His tongue was drooping from his mouth
his tail wagged as he whined
I blinked and stared in numb surprise
at the dead dog of mine.
I held my breath and stretched a hand
out to his wispy nose
he gave a sniff and cocked his head
and from the floor he rose.
"Play?" he woofed into my face
a ball dropped on the ground
I snatched it up and let it fly
for that old ghosty hound.
We played until the clock chimed one
and I gave him one last treat
before he slipped back to the grave
the ball left at my feet.