Smokey
By Alycia King

My dog
cherish the way he barks
runs into the fog
runs toward me at the parks

His tail slapping hands
big, brown eyes
tries to own land
but couldn’t say good bye

sleeping all those nights
following me anywhere
always getting in dog fights
short, black and white hair

looks so sad
i started to cry
felt really poorly
he said good bye

see him in a dog
jumping all the time
i want to post this on a blog
he is always going to be mine

i kept those memories in boxes
listens to his name
always kept his socks
he always came