TRIBUTES

The dog misses you
He keeps searching my eyes
for signs
I brought him there, to visit
you
​​​​​​To say his last goodbyes 

And I know you would laugh
That he cocked his leg high
I smiled a little then
Said a 'sorry' to the sky

You were always his man
And he was ever 'your' boy
He sensed you, I think,
because
He pawed the earth, whined

Then he sat proud and stoic
In the way that he does
He had just marked the place
Of the friend he most loved

M Price 17/1/21