Pets

Pets Little pup at my paternal uncle's house, Moved from his mother's lap and chose mine, Pure black, on forehead a white stripe, Tears of love in his eyes, that I did wipe , Reached my home and added onto family, Dear he soon became, grew up hastily, Faithful, wagging his tail in affection, Clever and alert, wit in perfection, A burglar's alarm, awake at nights, Sweet morning walks and evening fights, Winters, summers, autumn, rains and fog, With every season bloomed, Bruzo my dear dog ! Language of love unsaid, yet perfectly understood, Pets are the best friends beyond any brotherhood ! Rewritten on 11/27/14 for Shadow Hamilton's 'Pets' contest Revised version of my original poem 'Bruzo my dog' Awarded 4th place