Because dogs are the best people❤️

Some have a dog to keep them company

Someone to go out and be with them

Take her for walks or places to explore

A place a friend would not disagree going

Call her by name when she dawdles

Wait for her when she is distracted

If I could rent a dog to keep me company

It would not be fair to say goodbye

For she would be more than a child or wife

Till death I would need to be in her life

A child grows and a wife sometimes stops

Being a part of her best friend’s life

I have thought about how to walk with a cat

Or a bird on my shoulder to claw me till home

A turtle and slowly get used to its gait

A hedgehog, fish, snail or mouse enclosed

An invisible deejay radio talk show mate

None of whom would be a good on a date

I’ll go to the roof and drink with the moon

Instead of staying alone in the dark of night

Watching one by one street lights turn on

Another evening with no one beginning

With all the freedom a man need have

With love and attachment to no one, for free

A leash to a fence in a home is not preferred

Like missing someone you cannot share love

Until the cases in court are settled and done

A pet in her place would suffice, just in case

As I watch the lucky man pass with his dog

i am quarantined outside free to breathe

Better to sit in a mall watching strangers pass

Or children at a playground with parent or grandpa

Folks out for an evening stroll with friends

Bringing ringing voices of happiness to mend

Give faith that soon I will hear my own gang near

Like an old dog feels when his bowl is filled daily

May 13, 2021

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