His bark is like a clogging drain
the scent of food will make him drool.
some folk may say, just one old dog,
but he’s much more, he’s Mr cool.
Be gentle when you stroke him,
the slightest touch might overwhelm.
Make light the sweet endearment,
for pride is master of his realm
Walk slowly, match his weary step
The instinct burns to keep you safe,
commands his presence by your side.
pours oil on fragile bones that chafe
Be quick to catch him should he fall
age merely fodder for contempt
his eyes will overflow with shame
to sprawl the very last thing meant
Lean close to whisper cheek to jowl,
of battle wounds, of lightening speed.
White tennis balls and canine brawls,
a coat enmeshed with sticky seed
But in the end death makes a claim
and you will have to say goodbye
Pay what is due for years of love.
Life ends and heartache makes us cry.
Roan Jan.2009
That's really lovely... I love dogs myself and had a few as pets over the years, and it is heartbreaking when they move on. I hate it when people say that animals have no feelings, of course they do! They feel love, anger and pain just like their human 'masters'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simply an adorable but heart wrenching write. How you pulled me in to Mr. Cool and how I love the his soul and what he stands for. Thank you so much for this beautiful poem. Karin Anderson