Companion

Everywhere I go,

my little black dog goes, too.

It might seem invisible,

or you might see through

the little black shape

that’s by my side;

I don’t intentionally

try to hide

my coal-cellar chum;

but, if I go for a walk,

along it’ll come.

.

I’ve had the bête noir

for such a long time,

and, on occasion,

it gets put into my rhyme.

.

Everywhere I go,

I know,

my little black dog

is sure to go.

2 responses to “Companion

  1. *hug – virtual*
    I think the loyalty of the thing is why it’s referred to as a dog, but it dogs us a little too often, a little too hard, a little too darkly. This dog needs a longer leash, a releasable catch, and a big paddock on a sunny day.

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