Buddy
Alone in the dark
On the empty little road
Lay the defenseless dog
That tried to make it home.
Too late to save him
She pulls him away
From the cold wet asphalt
In an unforgiving middle lane.
Alone in the pouring rain
Devastated with grief
She mourns the black angel
Her daughter once claimed.
“That’s MY dog” she announced
To all that would see
The big black dog
Straining to be free.
We picked and we joked
About the tricks he performed,
How he managed to escape,
Little Houdini was he.
Now all that remains
Is the love we all shared
For a big black dog
That taught my daughter to care.
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