Best Friend

Best Friend Sad were the eyes of the puppy born On a fine day in the fall Bright were its eyes but so forlorn In something that was so small Brave were the steps that first it took Away from its mothers side Happy was the tail that shook and shook With excitement it could not hide Pink was the tongue that licked my ears As I hugged it close to me Trust was the look; I have no fears As it sat upon my knee Safe were we from the threat of squirrels That dared to come on its lawn High it dances, prances and twirls When the mailman has come and gone At peace I feel when I scratch its ears After a long and troubled day All my worries it sits and hears Though it knows not what I say Patience it shows when its time to eat But even it has its line Joy it shows when it hears my feet For it knows that they are mine Too short be the years of which we share Each one flies past so fast Grey is its ears before we are aware That the youthful times are past Content are we as we watch the fire In the last days we spend together Sweet are the memories like the sound of a choir As light as a goose down feather Soft are the ears of this dog of mine As she puts her head down last I am at peace was her final sign With the last look that she cast.