GRENDEL
The Dog





Hello, hey, yo, come over here hairy
Little flapping ears and eyes so merry
Your tail is always slapping back and forth
Jumping up and down in your happy course
To bound through life, this joyous fur ball
Knows what is right, he has been given the call
Of the wild, another one of nature's explorers:
Smelling his way, hearing the day,
And feeling good are the tools of his trade.
You glutton for affection, you hairy thing
Happy go lucky backyard king.
How did you find me?

Now come here and see,
You flapping-eared, happy-eyed, hairy old thing.
~





DBrown Fisher
© April 1991

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