on friendship

Connor's purple moustache sings a song of summertime thirst and little boy contentment

His bare chest shows off a brown glow from the sun's bounty

A need is spotted. . .a bucket filled. . .his best friend's thirst quenched

They have their own language. . .he talks, and she understands

A unique kinship. . .one of master and friend. . .one of inseparable playmates. . .

One of a dog. . .and HER boy!

1 comment:

  1. Oh, a poet, and northern girl who's heart is in the south - could it be? Are we long lost sisters? :)