a dog's life
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As vibrant as a summers glow
As tough as woodchippers blade
As soft as a silk woven robe
But not as limited as a cloth but rather….
As intricate as persian rug
Howl outside my door you do
He has nowhere to go that Lu
Poor dog has nowone
I will be his somewone
I learned to love my dog
I even started taking him to play on the log
There's something about an old dog.
It might be in their soul.
Those calming glowing orbs,
So focused on your own.
There's something about an old dog.
It might be in their bark.
Cessna,
Have I ever told you
how proud I am?
How proud I am of you.
You grew from a little boy
of twenty-some pounds.
Twenty-some pounds at four months.
As you grew, you learned
Dear old friend,
In despair and gloom your golden figure emerges into light,
Illuminating the darkness with its glowing presence.
Like the sun bleeding through the clouds on a dark day,
Dear Lilli
Each morning I wake up and sneak to my sister's bedroom door
It's where you slumber, but I don't- because I snore...
While your hot breath and sharp nip may not be another's cup of tea
Grew up in a dog pound
Knowing I would never be found
Waiting to fight another round
I’m just another hound
I'm just another hound
Let me tell you the sad truth
About a pit in his youth
The brilliant white morning light
Pierces
Through the clear sliding doors nearby,
And I
Wince slightly as it comes, releasing a vexed huff.
