Let a sleeping pooch dream of puppy love

I’m watching you now, as

you’re dreaming, And hoping the dream’s spun

of gold. Perhaps it features the

meadow and stream Where you frolicked and

paddled and rolled. Or could you be chasing that

Frisbee you loved, The one with a mind of

its own? Or have you unearthed, for

the umpteenth time, That chewed up and stinky

old bone? And in your dream, have the

years slipped away, Leaving you youthful again? Your world filled up with

leaps and bounds And slippers that have to

be slain.

Or are you reliving the

moment we met, That fusion of love at first sight? A love which has never

faltered or failed, Gilding each day with its light.

And when you awake, and

stiff old age Claims you, once more, for

its own, And all those raucous sounds

of youth Give way to a gentler tone, As walks turn into more

of a stroll, Not often and not very far, With plenty of sniffs along

the way And a pause to gaze at a star. ’Twould seem that soon, we

two must reach The place of this joy

journey’s end, ’Tis but an illusion, for

side-by-side souls Will aye walk together,

old friend.