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The Yellow Dog


A skinny yellow dog walked 'round
Needin' to find some shade
The dusty little one street town
Was hot as God has made

He eyed the flagpole in the square
No shadow could he see
He raised his leg an' aimed it there
You ain't no help to me.

He laid down in the sand and dust
His chin upon his paw
Didn't move unless he must
Beat all he ever saw

He knew he'd have to move right nigh
The sun would bake his brain
He sighed and put his nose up high
An' sniffed the air for rain

The air was still an' desert dry
No water comin' soon
He headed for a dusty lie
Beneath the town saloon

He rested there with one eye shut
An' wondered how he'd eat
The garbage cans behind the hut
Don't last long in this heat

About that time the batwings swung
An' out walked Booger Red
He looked to see if low clouds hung
Then thought of gettin' fed

An' there he saw the yellow dog
Just squintin' with one eye
He said, "Ol' son, get off that log,
You'll starve there by an' by."

The dog had never had a friend
But somehow he just knew
This redhaired cowboy with the grin
Was somehow somethin' new

Booger swung up in the saddle
An' said, "Come foller me.
We'll get grub out where there's cattle,
An' then, young friend, we'll see."

For five years now that dog was here
No better friend could be
'Til Red was killed by a Longhorn steer -
No better friend than he

The yellow dog hung down his head
An' wandered back to town
He seems to know Booger is dead
As he searches around

Then he heads for the town saloon -
Becomes a watchful dog
He listens to hear one day soon
"Ol' son, get off that log."


May, 2016
For contest Weepy Quatrain. for Laura Loo

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