DOG TIRED
Old bag of bones
Little meat left
To chew
Skin sags to the floor
Sad tearing eyes
That lost their shine
Call me dog tired
Pulled the sleigh
Too many years
Leader of the pack
Now, sometimes
At the end
On a sunny day
Master gives warm milk
And sleeps with dog
Tired me
On cold nights
As this.
1/6/2000 0235 cj
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