I pass a dog named Leo
Sometimes
on my morning walks.
Off
leash, he goes exploring
While
his owner stops and talks.
He’s
black and white with stand-up ears,
His
body low and squat,
But
his wagging tail stands out,
The
finest feature that he’s got.
Other
canines save their wagging
For
a dog-specific reason –
Recognition
or approval or
As
thanks for something pleasin.’
Yet
with Leo, it’s just joy
That
he apparently exudes,
As
rare in dogs as humans
With
such upbeat attitudes.
Seeing
Leo makes me happy;
I
cannot resist a smile
When
he prances past so gaily
In
his beatific style.
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