Dog
she was as wide as she was tall
her pride would never fall
a pat on the belly
she turned to jelly
sleeping by my door
spreed out on the floor
on her back in my lap
to big to slip through the gap
20 pound of my cat...
dog she wasn't that
colored black and white
like a clear winters night
a white mustache under her nose
white fur on all of her toes
black running down her legs
flees causing her fur to go to rags
waiting for me after work
never passing up a toke
despising any closed door
not caring we were poor
a friendship never to be replaced
knowing i will never forget her grace
good bye fat cat
Copyright © John Tanaskow | Year Posted 2010
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