Aryaman Kakkar


Dogs


Dogs are nature's creation;
a gift to mankind.
They are with us forever
as our fates tightly bind.

We keep dogs as our pets
and as protectors for our homes.
Even as wolfish as they seem,
they love to chew on bones.

Two of my dogs; Murphy and Tiger,
have fur as soft as silk.
They love to play with me
after drinking fresh milk.

The dog I have in Dehra; Coco,
is as loco as his name.
He loves chasing birds
while shaking his shaggy fur mane.

Ordinary dogs love and
adore to prance.
I have dogs who love doing
the spicy salsa dance.

The dogs I have are my best friends
and I hope they forever remain.
If they won't, my funny life
won't be just the same.

Submitted: Saturday, May 31, 2014
Edited: Saturday, May 31, 2014

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