Wayward Friend and Pal
Was not looking for any more pets,
Although worried about this mutt.
Yes, I fed him, French fries and burger.
What I had not eaten, myself that day,
A stray that everyone thought stupid,
Reluctantly he stayed clear of many.
Daring not get caught, he ran away.
Free spirit, never loved by anyone it seems.
Raining one night, daughter brought him home.
I was surprised and captured, by his remembrance.
Everywhere he followed me; he was my friend.
Never forgot did he, that I gave him some food.
Delightful puppy I named Poet, he was part of me.
Always waiting for me, when I arrived home,
Now and always, his free spirit was his own.
Daring little mutt, not afraid of our bigger dog,
Precious thoughts of his strange habits, always there.
Along with the way, he loved to play and lick my ear.
Love had grown, between Poet and me, remembering here.
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