Dying Dog

Dying dog, you white and black collie dog I love you, dying dog Breath your last breath, dying dog And let heavens celebrate your presence Your magnificent, though always befuddled coat had been your individual trademark Inverted in elegant discord, more black than white - scaring sheep, a sheepdog you’ll never be That loving coat, always dirty, now partly lay trembled upon by eager steps, in the ground, opening the curtain: Your spotted skin’s last act to come Your eyes once filled with deep auburn galaxies, now blinded by a sickly gift from Eons - a hoary gray, still ever inquisitive brilliance whilst gazing - that superb wagging tail Mannered dog, with each passing day you astound me Never did you bite one hand in eager famine Never, even with grand fare, grazing one! The black and white - your heart touched all. Your pure heart will never beat daylight into your blinded eyes Oh, but your life will always be remembered! The beating of your heart – immortalized – rhythmically, forever in ours!

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