Three Old Dogs

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.

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About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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