Let the dog nod the grass, and tunnel for lost things he’d coddle
Let the dog sniff the ferns, and snuff a shrinking age
And when the walk ends, this dog must remain in the cage
In his youth a stout, loyal, sentinel
In this age his steps gone laden, and sight had seen brightly days
And so he wanders not, for in the kennel he remains
Let the dog stretch and yawn, and rub the gleaming grass
Let the dog run along on the path he and owner would pass
And when the walk ends, this dog remains in the cage
In his youth cheery and loyal
In this age his sight has gone weary, and his mind had known brightly days
And so he wanders not, for in the kennel he remains
About the Creator
Octovo Libra
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And my poetry Hell Is Like A Dog Kennel and other poems
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