He turned to me,
and I saw eternity
sparkle from the
jaded eyes.
My dog,
he is old now...
He looks up with fear,
his twilight n my shadow
he loved to growl at,
occasionally smile at, too.
My dog,
he limps now...
The longing remains,
in his eyes,
he wags nervously,
lest I bring love.
My dog,
he loves to be patted, still...
But, I crave his anger,
his young arrogant growl;
he has never bitten my bait,
can never ever, now.
For he is old now,
my dog, Oh god!
