What is he called
And how old is he?
I spoke to the man with a gun and a dog
About to use the first on the second
I don’t know he’s your dog now he said
Call him Spot or Patch or whatever you want
And he handed me the dog
Through the window of his truck
And drove away
And the dog had neither collar nor lead
But he wagged his tail
And I put him in my bus
And I called him Spot
And I told him that things would be just fine
And he was fine
Although he had a burn on his neck
From a collar which had given him electric shocks
But still he wagged his tail
And walked beside me
And ran to me if he was afraid
And he dug holes
And ate rabbit droppings
And snow and things which looked edible
And things which did not
And he looked to me for protection
And wagged his tail.
He slept on my bed
And then slept in my bed
Under the covers
Where he farted and snored
And warmed the back of my knees
And my heart
And his head rested on my arm
Or over my stomach
And his head was silky as my hand brushed the dome of his skull
And his eyes were brown
And filled with love
As he wagged his tail.
And he grew tired and ill
And I gave him cheese and treats and love
As I had so much to spare from that
Which he gave to me
And I put on his coat
And he climbed into the car
And we drove to the vet
Where I said goodbye
And he wagged his tail
Looking at me
Trusting me
As the vet set him free
He wagged his tail
He wagged his tail.
maggiex 