Sweet brown dog, the Palace Queen
Who knows exactly what you mean
With every word you send her way,
Stress-drools when walking soon today.
Black Dog, he of muzzle white,
Whose hearing’s weak as well as sight,
Has much more faith in how I can
Protect him from both beast and man.
Then, walking behind both these dears,
Old bitch with ragged telomeres,
I walk as quickly as I can,
Behind these two, an also-ran.
We’re old, we three but still love life:
These two your dogs and I, your wife,
When winnowed down to one from three,
I’ll be your dog, too, happily.