The Stuffed Dog
By Jack S
[not published yet]
Comforts you at dawn and dusk
With a fragrance of the past
Has a smile that never runs astray
Soft brown eyes that never hide
The sound of raindrops on a dismal tin roof
Lives out of vision
Black on the outside gooey on the inside
A child’s hero on a thundery day
Is hidden but never lost
Whispers of my early years
Coat as velvety as a bed of feathers
Legs hang down like heavy vines
As still as a mountain in endless plains