Sunday, August 8, 2021

Scattered Yards

 

Beyond the dust of time lay all graveyards;

forgotten cuddles, sloppy kisses, and endless snores, 

lie in unmarked shallow graves the greatest friends 

man and family ever shared, loving pals, faithful companions,

and endearing reciprocal creatures that now, buried in potter’s field, 

scattered and forgotten love, faithful as the warmth of the sun that

hid behind their cold noses, their eyes could never alter their telling wag

of disposition, no creature ever waited more for your return, and no 

untiring being ever adored you more than that little mortal soul greeting you 

at the front door; their love is nonpareil, no other animal or creature measures

up to their devotion and commitment, dogs simply live to love you and only you,

unflinching as light upon the morning, unwavering as darkness upon the night,

they are incredible creatures, mankind doesn't deserve their affection and

faithfulness, and yet, when their time has expired, we bury them in scattered, 

unmarked, and forgotten fields. 




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