Dog Days With Sultan
He never spoke
I never shut up
But still, I knew him well
He was always warm
Compared to my freezing cold
When together, the temperature was swell
His hair curled on his ear
While mine fell straight down my back
He loved it when I stroked him there
That goofy, loving twinkle in his eyes
Always lit mine up with wonder
So we at times would just sit and stare
He left me then
At the ripe age of 15
And I'll admit a bit of me left too
So, now when I hear the dogs bark
As I watch them scamper
I swear, I can almost hear him too.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Ramblings of A Lunatic
De TodoThis is a record of the thoughts in my head through the current span of my life. It is not a novel. It will have pieces of poetry and full blown rants. I hope that anyone reading this will be able to relate. And if you actually are reading this 'jo...
