Reflecting On Thy Long Doggone Pooch -

"Georgie Harris"

At present moment thoughts adrift,
whereat figurative throne,
this chap doth
emotionally abdicate

no particular reason finds me
revisiting nostalgic
thoughts, our
(Harris – birth

family) first pet,
who didst accentuate
mine early boyhood
(far removed time wise

from the crowd did place
housing nostalgia), now over
laid with subsequently
decades worth of memories,

your bow wow wing did
sub woofer did accumulate,
I attempt to adumbrate,
while sitting facing,

the Lenovo external screen
(linkedin in my
macbook pro laptop),
commencement to nuh aerate

spontaneous thoughts ruff lee
outlining thine affectionate
"mans beast friend"
a dearly beloved,

(long since departed),
yet his "Georgie"
spirit lives within me,
and doth ameliorate

teary eyed intermittent outbursts,
sans remembrance
of things past,
particularly said

four footed best pal,
(a hybrid Boxer and Dalmatian -
with docked tail) asper,
when yours truly,

a lil whippersnapper,
he taught thyself
bone a fide life lessons,
and did animate

my preschool days of solitude,
and whose sixth
canine sense didst anticipate
increased amplitude

of nascent childhood anxiety,
yes unwittingly, "a therapy dog,"
whose company,
I did appreciate

oh, how his innocent naïveté
bared kid lee didst articulate,
thus whose demise
scored beloved value,
I belatedly authenticate.