i think i know no finer things than dogs

by Hally Carrington Brent


This poem is dedicated to Lady


~a dog for the ages


and to dog lovers everywhere...
~~~

though prejudice perhaps my mind befogs
i think i know no finer things than dogs
the young ones they of gay and bounding heart
who lure us in their games to take a part
who with mock tragedy their antics cloak
and from their wild eyes' tail admit the joke
the old ones with their wistful fading eyes
they who desire no further paradise
than the warm comfort of our smile and hand
who tune their moods to ours and understand
each word and gesture they who lie and wait
to welcome us - with no rebuke if late
sublime the love they bear but ask to live
close to our feet unrecompensed to give

Beside which many men seem very logs -

I Think I Know No Finer Things Than Dogs.