Will you go out with me,
faithful Fido?
A little sunshine
never hurt anyone
Will you venture out
into wide open space, Fido?
You can prance about
while I walk in the park
Will you come listen
to the birds on the branches, Fido?
You can wonder at butterflies
while I attempt meaning in the birds
Will you come for the air,
loving Fido?
And we'll return home - you more alive,
and I for only a time refreshed
But what we come back to, Fido,
what we come back to -
O Fido, do you sense
what we come back to always?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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