My Friend
A long, low, black, brown-footed dachshund-cocker spaniel,
With a white stripe down his breast,
He was truly mine,
I was with him and he was with me,
He only heard tones,
He knew no words,
Food, warmth, love, attention.
Might as well be an insane invention,
He listened a lot,
But I think he heard not,
How could it be?,
Such intimacy,
And I to him was just,
Food, warmth, love, attention.
-Levystien