Old Dachshund

(a parting)

 

If I haven’t already told you,

Old Dachshund has died

He lived years beyond

The average for his breed

He was friendly and mischievous

(both, always)

 

He loved the life that rushed

Through his black nose shiny

(not unlike Rudolph’s red)

To the painter’s brush-tip of his tail

Consuming energies of no mean quantity

From his own exuding engine

 

Old Poodle persists

He wandered as if lost for a while

He can still jump a little

With an assist (admittedly)

So that he may join Mom and Dad on the sofa

When it’s time

 

It’s sad about Old Dachshund

We wonder how we will get on

We will

 

It will be long-going for a while

‘Bye for now, Old Dachshund

Co-maker of insistent verse

In

Sniffles, whines, and barks

That might invoke a muse

To bless the space irascibly, too

Around his little

Universe

 

C L Couch

 

 

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