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