November 27, 2009
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You sit there
with trusting eyes -
big, amber trusting eyes -
and muzzle those who come near.
Your warm breath,
which smells subtley of fish,
tickles my hand.
Your fur is cowlicked
and as rough as the
of a brush
but so sleek.
I lead and you follow.
I smile and you wag.
I frown and your grin falters
and your tail crumples between your legs.
You look to me for guidance
and so we walk,
I am the master and you are my loyal
best friend.

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Dazed This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 26, 2009 at 11:56 pm
aww i love this its so sweet
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