He wasn't much to look at When he showed up at my door One torn ear was hanging And a lifted paw was sore I brought him in to dress his wounds And ease his fright of me His thanks were joyful kisses And his head upon my knee He had no tag or collar So I had no calls to make He offered love and friendship Which I was glad to take He guarded me so well at home I had no fears at all And when I felt too lonely All I had to do was call This dog was not a house pet He roamed at will, you see No collar would stay on him He needed to be free I simply called him Fella And he came when I would call I never asked but just one thing To be his friend, that's all One day he failed to answer When I called from my front door And to this day the failure hurts I've seen him nevermore From where he came and where he went I have to guess at best I think that he was sent to me To give us both a rest. 1997