Fuzzy Fellow Poem by Patrick Czyz

I grew as a child without sister or brother.
At times, the days were calm like any other.
This means not that I was alone.
For on an August day, a white fuzzy boy met me.
He was to be my friend for his whole life.
I was to be his for just a part of mine.
We played and walked.
He was a puppy and I a boy.
After long days at school, his deep eyes lit up
As I entered my home to greet him, my pup.
After dinner, we gave him a treat.
He gave me a paw-five. Tail wags too.
His little black lips parted to smile.
His happiness was snowed on him just as
Cheer was frosted forever on his face.
The gentle clangs of his collar tolled like a merry bell.
His little teeth were more like calm icicles than fangs.
The furry body was warm and soft- perfect for hugs.
I'll not forget his pink little kisses.
I'll not forget my Frosty.