My dog named “Hicks”
'The dog that licks the frog he found in the log'
that delightful, disgusting dog that lick the fluffy, hairy frog he found in the marshy, low log
My dog “Hicks
the dear, domestic dog that lick the fancy frog he found in the lovable log
depressed, dazzling the legendary, lumpy dog
the determined, dumpy dog that wants to eat the fantastic, famous frog he found in the loud, lost log
the funny, fat frog he found in the large, long log
the dank, different dog that lick the fake, fine frog he found in the loving, loyal log
the depressing, dark dog that licks the furry, frightening frog he found in the lit, little log “bark” “ribbit-ribbit rip” Swhoop YUM….
11/22/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Colors of my heart, do you not see
My communication weakness, my virtuosity
To fetch run and carry each and every day
To behold and please you for eternity
Yet all I ask is to be understood
Accepted, loved and all in me that is good
I am not so different from you as you would appear I seem
I am one alone, part of you, a team
Take away the shackles, the tethers, running free
Remove the obstacles that separate you from me
Clear your vision through the mistiness and fog
I am me, alive, a being, not just a domestic dog
Care for me as I care for you
We will help each other through
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