Don't be chicken

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ƒяιєи∂šнιρ

Friendship is
a fickle foe,
it starts with smiles
to and fro.
It's secret shared
and tales of woe.
This friend is one
you get to know.

But friendship is
a love that's earned.
When heated words
and feelings burned,
it's time to take
the time to dwell,
and remember the times
my heart did swell.

And now I know
that I in turn,
must grow the friendship
I did earn,
and BE the friend
I seek elsewhere,
in those for whom
I really care.

(dedicated to my friend Robbie)

Our boy

I shall come to lick your wounds,
to lift your soul, to see you soon.

I shall come to lift your head,
to ease your plight, to make your bed.

I shall come to hold you tight,
and share with you, in your plight.

I banish forth this strange disease,
my stricken mate, your pain I ease.

I love you so, without reserve,
my fallen brother, my love deserved.

Have faith in me, to not give up,
my fallen boy, my broken pup.

My boy

He lifts his head from earthen sleep, lifts his eyes, so wide so deep;
He sniffs the air to catch the scent, his eagerness is heaven sent.
A seasoned stretch to rid the night, a silent nod in quiet respite,
A sullen glint begins to show, in his own eyes he sees you tho.

And as he rises from the ground, a breaking sound of song does sound,
the rapture of a swift pine breeze, the dancing of the green fir trees.
He slowly starts to walk your way, you hold your breath as he does gain,
He comes to you as two to one, your life anew had just begun.

You share your love as ne’er before, he takes your hand, you take his paw.
A bond between that’s made to last, unspoken words of love.

(Picture: Alaskan Malamutes)