The man, his friend and the water bottle

August 1st, 2011 | Author: Marsh Brooks |

A Poem for Animal Lovers

Every morning whether the sky is blue or peach
The man and his friend would walk south on the sandy beach
Carrying with them a water bottle for the trip
Him on the left, her on the right, their positions never flip
Her, older and wise
Oblivious to potential friend or lover
Him, his sad heart in disguise
Wishing they could last forever
Emptying the water bottle on their short walk
No one ever heard him talk
Walking slowly beside him
She is always attentive to his rare whim
Seeing them leaving the trail today
They will be back, people opine
Knowing her friendship will never sway
He wished one more walk with his faithful canine