by Lora
Ode to my Friend
Andrew Strzyzewski
She was here before me,
a special friend who was
kind and sweet. Placid
and calm, white paws
for feet. She did not
like the rain and
sleet. A sandy brown coat
like a vision of the beach
with white fur
splashed in rings,
a charcoal black nose,
and a disposition of
love she always brings.
Shed curl up at our feet
almost every night, as
wed sit by the fire
and read in the
lamplight. Wed wake
up most weekends, and
find her sleeping on the floor,
soon thered be sausage,
bacon, and pancakes galore.
She lives far away now,
she is with us no more.
My friends name was
Keystone and Ill
love her forevermore.