Ode to Duke!

My Great Dane, Duke!

My Great Dane, Duke!

There is much insight to bestow
from those fiery puppy eyes,
the electricity runs through his coat
where the mislaid hand can be terrorized
if he deems it perverted
and his quaking bark will alert it!

. . .

There is an understanding between us
in the mid-life of growing fido,
pleasure is not in making a fuss
but longer walks where he leads as maestro.
We can walk to the end of the World
if only our path endlessly unfurled!

. . .

There is a wisdom entrusted with me
from the whitening tired body of Duke
who sleeps lax for hours as the retiree
and allows hands to knead his fat—no spooks!
Sometimes the pleasure in life is warm contact
and being there for an old comrade.

. . .

Duke, I hope our time will eternally last.
My love for you will always be there
even if God whisks you to where
the sidewalk and heaven overlap.

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