My Companion

      MY COMPANION

The  saliva  dripping, rosy  tongued

Wagging  till now  briskly,

but  now  twirled around

as  if  on a   band of  coils sit

and  speculate  the  world

with   the spy’s  breath .

When  alive  life  is  in

Full  force  and throb

And   a  vanguard   to  police.

A watchdog  for  a house

And  a  fierce companion,

Faithful  life long friend.

In  real life stories,

Many a  dog   has died

To  protect  its master’s

Prestige  and precious life.

A t the same time

What is this coinage?

I oft wonder what it

Is  to  die  a dog’ s Death,

Uncared for, trampled  upon

A  bundle  of  bleeding  flesh.

Every night its bark is  a

Wary  call  or menace for

The commuters. My dog

Is  my   Console.