A Wag Tail Called Jack

A Wag Tail called Jack Whenever I feel sad or low it’s to my garden I will go and there I always seem to see a little wag tail watching me he has a flash upon his chest that’s how I know him from the rest I often wonder if he knows I’m feeling down, for when I show he’s never scared, won’t fly away just wags his tail content to stay my spirits lift and I feel grand he eats the crumbs from out my hand Know what I think, ‘tween you and me I think our Jack is watching me ‘Animal Spirit’ April 2010 Jack , my brother died 2002. he always kept an eye on me.