Jack

“Do you want to go outside?” A whimper I get.

His eyes are wondering, he is starting to fret.

We leap to the door to explore what’s outside,

he is lifting his leg marking with pride.

He runs right bedside me,

this friend of mine.

In his heart I’m his and in my heart he’s mine.

 

 

 

 

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