Mussia M Bronstein
Special Bond - Poem by Mussia M Bronstein
When I first saw him....
He was standing there with his head down,
Eating his green grass-food, as he kicked,
To flick the annoying flies that biting his back legs.
His shiny brown coat was unbelievable stunning,
That I just needed to touch and pet.
When I came closer to him, I was stung by his
Deep brown eyes, with his star-mark
Under his black mane, with a thick
Stripe going down his nose.
I thought he was perfect.
Week after week, I went back to him,
To play and get my daily exercise with him.
With me laying on the hard mat, with my leg up, one by one,
groaning with tiredness, near his stable,
While i do my regular exercise.
Turning my sweating head to look at him,
He snorted when I looked, with happiness.
I felt fuzzy, warm, and happy feeling
Inside my heart, when he did that,
And when I was near my favorite boy.
When I stand near him, grooming his warm, dirty brown coat,
He gently nudge his muzzle in to me, to show that he likes it.
When it was feeding time,
He snorted again but louder when he saw
His favorite red juicy apple in my hand,
He chewed it in one gulp, nudging
His rough head against my hand
Wanting me to pet him, so I did.
While my therapist put his settle on,
He stood there as if he was a solder,
Ready for his duty.
When i crawled on
His settle, he nodded his
Head heavily to see if I'm ready,
I lightly patted his neck
To sure him that I was,
When he started to walk,
There was automatic connection
Between him and me, between
Each steps that he made.
Like a rhythm, in a song, and
That time was our special bond,
Together and it would never ends,
Till next time....
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