My Old Friend
By Thomas V
You used
To inhabit my room,
I used to love your gentle, floppy ears
And your nose
As dark as saturated soil.
I used
To make your short, studdy tail
Wag in the air
And your paws
Silently, sneak across the soft carpet.
But now you live in a big box
Gathering up dust,
I used to love you.