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Homecoming

I had a dog way back when
With white teeth and tail a wag
He slept so fine in steepled den
Crunched on a chicken, like a rag

With eyes of brown, and fur of black
Patrolled the farm, a canine cop
The silly cats he would attack
And barking noise should never stop

One snowy day he disappeared
Walking a road he often trod
Did not return, as I feared
Where was my dog? I asked God

Then one night, I heard him bark
My friend returned in pitch dark

Copyright © John Bertin | Year Posted 2019

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Jesse Zerlaut Date: 11/18/2019 11:26:00 AM This is quite picturesque and artistic beyond the normal use of words. You paint for me a picture very vivid and quite familiar to our own dog and the farm we live on. right down to chicken chew toys, though our dog does that with rabbits, birds, squirrels, opossums, any anything else it can drag into the yard. thanks for the share! Login to Reply John Bertin Date: 11/21/2019 1:10:00 AM Thank you Jesse, I lived on a farm when I was young. Our dog used to kill animals (like groundhogs) and shake them back and forth in his teeth. He later died on the highway chasing cars. I hope your farm thrives away from the "concrete jungle".

Kurt Ravidas Date: 11/12/2019 9:32:00 AM Dogs are like people: they never go missing. They're gone for a while) Login to Reply John Bertin Date: 11/16/2019 7:12:00 PM Until the cows come home)