Poem: Old Bruno
Old Bruno
A soft robe, strewn across your bed. Scraps of chicken “fallen off the counter” younger pal Eddie missed. The memory of a squirrel you and Eddie tag-teamed up a tree. Your simple joys.
Silver-grey adorned face and hind legs giving out.
Barreled chest over crossed paws as you fall asleep on a carpeted patch of sun. Rhythmic snoring, like a steady drumbeat, creating loud breathing sounds while you rest. Propped on pillows, dreaming of racing your shadow through the thick scrub oak.
With delight, you danced like a kidney bean, at our sides. Wiggled your entire body and turned into a U-shape, showing us your hind end and face at the same time. Bliss unleashed in sparkling eyes and wagging nub. For twelve years, you followed us with
A soft robe, strewn across your bed. Scraps of chicken “fallen off the counter” younger pal Eddie missed. The memory of a squirrel you and Eddie tag-teamed up a tree. Your simple joys.
Silver-grey adorned face and hind legs giving out.
Barreled chest over crossed paws as you fall asleep on a carpeted patch of sun. Rhythmic snoring, like a steady drumbeat, creating loud breathing sounds while you rest. Propped on pillows, dreaming of racing your shadow through the thick scrub oak.
With delight, you danced like a kidney bean, at our sides. Wiggled your entire body and turned into a U-shape, showing us your hind end and face at the same time. Bliss unleashed in sparkling eyes and wagging nub. For twelve years, you followed us with