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Otis Poem


This poem is dedicated to Otis.

Otis was my Cavalier King Charles Spaniel that just died. It was so sad. The picture is from when we first got him as a puppy.


Otis

I lost my Otis wag and calm,
My puppy dog eyes of clear conscience.
Otis had tricks of roll over, stay, and bang-bang play dead,
Tactics of bacon and animal cracker trance to be fed.

Dogs are Officers of Family Public Relations and Ambassadors fit.
They work the crowd, but really weave people tight knit.
Otis avoided mean dogs and biter.
He was the canine Michael Jackson, lover not fighter.

Feline and Squirrel what a waste of a tail, simply to land to safety.
Dogs wag them without fail, saying “Look at me, I’m friendly.”
Otis was a beacon to all that this yard was safe harbor,
Especially to animal cracker and briber.

Horses gallop and dash to minds mark,
But puppies barrel and tumble into your heart, then park.
They instantly set residence there,
With whatever room you’ve available to spare.

Card playing dogs art and clever, yet a poker face never.
Rather they spray unmasked enthusiasm with a dash of desperation differ.
Dogs are those little noses that poke thru with first crack of door.
Only thing you need to be loved, is home wherefore.

Love is patient and is kind. It does not boast, and is not proud.
It always protects and it doth trust.
So many verses to the Corinthians discussed.
Love is a Dog is simply allowed.

No more vacuum cleaner for hard to reach places.
Otis is gone, Kleenex, now only empty spaces.
All the animals piled into the Ark and floods only bobber,
But I bet it was the dog beside Noah and rudder.

Friendship can take a lifetime to grow for people.
A dog takes no more than one look from kennel.
Otis lived as no tomorrow for rent.
Now that he is gone, I get what he meant.

A beating heart is special,
That wants nothing but sitting next to you grateful.
It takes people old age to be on track,
Puppies are born to that cage and knack.

I wish I could take just one more walk.
Otis would fertilize every tree and yard stalk.
But he marked my life for the better.
Goodbye Otis. You were the best dog ever.

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