Siberian Husky Rainbow Bridge Poem

[Storm Angel n Auroras Mum]

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The time comes. A Siberian Husky lifts up its head.

There is an untested adventure beyond. Time to go.

Across the Rainbow Bridge is a place for all dogs. A

river runs wide and shallow with tennis balls that

fly with their own wings; that is the place for a

Labrador or Golden to await its master’s arrival.

The Siberian is not content here. Northward is its trail….

There are soft pastures for Aussies and Border

Collies, with sheep and geese to pen. Agility

equipment grows like trees amid Frisbees and

flyball.

But the North continues its sure wild call, and the

Siberian’s journey continues….

Now the air is colder. Now the moon is always full.

Now the light is silver and it breaks and shimmers

on fields of bright snow. Now there are no roads, no

walls, no pens, just endless space to run. This is

where Siberians gather, North of the Rainbow Bridge.

They wait in this beautiful place, happy, but not

complete. Suddenly, a howl begins, as one dog senses

someone coming, someone very special. All the

Siberians raise their heads and join in the ancient

chorus. They dance like moonbeams and sing like

winter winds.

There are red ones like dawn streaks, black ones

splattered with many colors and silver ones like the

first strange hour before light. They line up as if

in harness and run together, in a scintillating,

many-colored streak. The leader of the team guides

the others past the fields and river, with racing feet

and racing heart.

They rush to greet the new arrival at

the Rainbow Bridge, where the leader is rejoined

with its beloved person, never to be parted again.

The glory of the reunion is celebrated by all the

Siberians dwelling beyond the Bridge, a glimmering,

multicolored team leaping and whirling with joy.

The light from that scene is what we see on magical

evenings in the northernmost parts of this Earth:

The Aurora Borealis, the Northern Lights beyond the

Rainbow bridge.