For Poetry Friday
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OLD DOG
Your bones creak
like dry branches in winter
when you try to conquer the ups
and downs of stairs.
And I agree
it’s not fair your
ebony eyes have clouded over
with the gauzy veil of age.
Your ears often miss
the scampers of squirrels as
scent alone steers you
slowly down the street.
But, after all our days together
you know me better than anyone--
dreading my leavings
banking energy
to spend on my returns
with a well practiced
tail-wagging-toe-nail-tapping
dance of joy.
You’re eager to forgive
and forget, asking so little,
while endlessly giving much
with gifts from your bottomless bowl
of affection.
Yes you, my sweet, old dog,
are the true definition of
Friend.
(c) 2008 by Andria Warmflash Rosenbaum