Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Ode to a Dog

I Want a Dog
Happy the person with a dog,
companion of the first degree.
Awake or sleeping like a log,
                they’re fun to see.

Waking you at an early hour,
they always start your day off right,
and do not mind your greater power;
                they will not fight.

To a woman they are a child;
to a man, like an errant son.
Whether they’re quiet or quite wild,
                they’ll take a gun.

They’ll shuffle off this mortal coil
and leave you sad; you’ll miss your elf,
whether you put them in your soil,
                or on your shelf.

Because I do remember mine,
staring, rapt, at a bedroom wall,
where he does now in fact recline.
                He heard my call.

© Julianne Carlile

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