The Yellow Dog

The Yellow Dog A skinny yellow dog walked 'round Needin' to find some shade The dusty little one street town Was hot as God has made He eyed the flagpole in the square No shadow could he see He raised his leg an' aimed it there You ain't no help to me. He laid down in the sand and dust His chin upon his paw Didn't move unless he must Beat all he ever saw He knew he'd have to move right nigh The sun would bake his brain He sighed and put his nose up high An' sniffed the air for rain The air was still an' desert dry No water comin' soon He headed for a dusty lie Beneath the town saloon He rested there with one eye shut An' wondered how he'd eat The garbage cans behind the hut Don't last long in this heat About that time the batwings swung An' out walked Booger Red He looked to see if low clouds hung Then thought of gettin' fed An' there he saw the yellow dog Just squintin' with one eye He said, "Ol' son, get off that log, You'll starve there by an' by." The dog had never had a friend But somehow he just knew This redhaired cowboy with the grin Was somehow somethin' new Booger swung up in the saddle An' said, "Come foller me. We'll get grub out where there's cattle, An' then, young friend, we'll see." For five years now that dog was here No better friend could be 'Til Red was killed by a Longhorn steer - No better friend than he The yellow dog hung down his head An' wandered back to town He seems to know Booger is dead As he searches around Then he heads for the town saloon - Becomes a watchful dog He listens to hear one day soon "Ol' son, get off that log." May, 2016 For contest Weepy Quatrain. for Laura Loo