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.
Copyright © Margaret Foster | Year Posted 2010
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