PaganiniA Poem by SleeplessVolcano"Ode to a canine angel"You were born on a cold winter's night - A complicated birth, with all your mother's might. Sadly, your brothers and sisters did not survive, Making it so special, that you were alive. Your bark sounded like a frog that has flu, And you freaked out grandma, if on the carpet you pooed. The barbecue leftovers were your special snack, But you also nibbled on our favourite Niknaks. Like a typical pug you did not know you were small, And chased big dogs when we threw your ball. You loved going for a walk in the park, Where your squashed face could not see in the dark. You slept on our TV couch each night at the fire, And kept grandpa company, when he retired. You never ever, got into a bad dog fight, Forever you will stay, our little special dog light. Your curly white tail, like a wiry couch spring, Would wiggle each morning when the birds start to sing. We will always miss, your special little face, In our hearts your bark, will always leave a trace. © 2015 SleeplessVolcanoAuthor's Note
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AuthorSleeplessVolcanoAbout"In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to". Robert Brault Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Pica.. more..Writing
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