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Lost Dog
by Rob LittlerFace like a bear,
I remember the white
of your eye.
Tailwagger.
Possumkiller.
My youngest son remembers too—
he lists the things he loves
about you. Adding
how you were best
at keeping strangers away.
02/10/2012 Posted on 02/10/2012
Copyright © 2024 Rob Littler
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/12/12 at 12:12 PM such poignancy as you've captured in this little ode is not commonplace but rare. it is a shame that to write such a gem as this, one has to misplace a dog to compensate which is always an ache in the heart of the young and not so young. |
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