Hangin' together

At times I look down At my raggedy-ass lil mutt
Lickin’ himself, passin’ gas
thinking’ about, only God knows what

Then he looks back up at me
And I can surely see
By that quizzical look in his eye

That he’s wonderin’ just what
That raggedly ol’ man Could be thinking’ about
Then he lays his head back down with a sigh

Then I reach down,
give his head a pat
And we take comfort, both he and I

We have this special understanding
About bacon
And about nappin’

And just hangin’ together…he and I

poem by David Whalen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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