Once Upon a Bow-Wow
A Sonnet from a Dog to His Mistress
How long before I met you did I long
To hear your gentle voice and see your face?
Your voice that soothed me like a mother’s song;
Your face, so full of beauty and of grace.
The walks you take me on fill up my days
With wondrous smells, and sights, like birds and cars;
The puppy in my soul frolics and plays
As we stroll down Winchester Boulevard.
I know I’m but a dog, and shall remain:
I’ll never hold a job, nor win a prize;
I won’t be known for bravery or brain
But I will show you pure love through my eyes.
Although I love my bed and treats and toys
Your love alone eclipses other joys.
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