First, a quiet friend, dark glossy coat
hanging around me, peacefully
Grows wilder, lays by me rested
Gazing we lie in mournful wake
I stroke its dark and bristly hair
It grows under my care
Follows me everywhere
A loyal friend.
Soon overlooked by daily haste
Untamed, unkempt, rejected
It grows fierce and growls
Paces the floor, I lie awake
Our hearts race
The growing shadow of hairy beast
Takes a swipe, deflected
It claws and prowls, surrounds my all
Steals prized possessions
Forces me back, there’s worse in stall
Let it end – save it takes my all
Grief untended.
