Lens

Golden Lab, Bounding-keen, you leapt, fetch-frenzied, into the stream, just a few yards beyond my shot.

Your triumphal splashing caught on footage but nothing  of your white-gold mane,  nor your strong bounding paws.

I place you gently,  in that shadow place with  all those whose lives I never touched; skirting the edges of my frame.

My eye, deep-seeking, fixed downward.