The breeze blows through her
she stands tall, with confidence
her hair is straight and in it’s place
her chest and proud and her shoulder straight
she looks at me and her eyes are glowing
she gives me a warm mental hug
her live is mine, and mine hers,
her ears sway in the wind,
i bet your wondering why her ears?
she is my dog, my best friend,
she is always there for me
she stands in a field of nowwhere
but in a field of somewhere in my heart
she gives me life, a purpose to live.
she is my dog, my companion. My best friend.