Our-Beloved-Dog
Our Beloved Dog
A pup nearing my day of birth
Was sent to our abode.
That tiny thing than any shirt
Carressed in warm arms fold.
Such pup grown frantic,
Stoked in every woof.
At home with its antics
Every from that's not aloof.
Bark for every sound
Bark for every move
Such pet is bound
In our hearts every groove.
To eat like a hungry dragon
But bite like gentle pincers.
A belly of a running batallion
And a growl of hundred speakers.
Through the times of loyalty
You've never left our side.
Through times of difficulty
You're still here when we cried.
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