For A Brown Dog

She’s proud and tall with warm, soft ears

She walks with purposed grace

Her cord like tail still makes a whap

On walls or Avery’s face

Her life force ebbs, her age is old

But muster on she will

Confused a bit by what besets her

Yet yearning for the thrill

Of another walk around the lake

Or a trot along the trail

A chance to roam and chew some grass

Or sniff another’s tail

Oh brown dog, you precede us

As your essence mists away

Yet knowing that it must be so

To follow you some day

If I believe that we are spirit

With taken human form

It’s not a reach to say the same

For a dog with ears so warm

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