Big soft, wonderful Bear.
I guess it’s time to write about
The dog that lives with us
I cannot say we own the boy
And I make a lot of fuss
When someone says they own a dog
It drives me up the wall
For who can say that they own life??
It would not be true at all
He’s like a big, soft, teady bear
This Rotty we call Bear
We’ve had him for a little smile
And take of him great care
He always gets the best of food
We spoil him all the while
But Bear, he’s got some character
Oh, lord, he‘s got some style.
I take him out each morning
In the very early hours
We walk round the local streets
All lost in the morning’s power
And Bear, he kind of comforts me
And makes me feel secure
In case there be bad elements
‘One cannot be too sure!‘.
I do not always give him time
I get lost within my life
But I know that when I leave this earth
Or when his time is rife
We’re both fated, this Bear and I
To roam in the self same space
The wind and rain touching our skin
And a smile upon each face
He’s supposed to guard the house for us
But sometimes I just wonder
If someone broke into our house
Would he put up some thunder?
This big bad Rotty, we call bear
Well, I really do not know
But I know, no matter what
I love this big dog so.
30 June 2013 @ 1531hrs.