Jim Milks - Reggie

The mighty hunter in the corner lies
A purebred from his father to his mother
chasing sunspots and hunting butterflies

His wry smile and wily ways
A sneaky thief to be sure
He always did amaze

No shoe was safe from his powerful jaw
I often walked with my shoes half chewed
Boy, did I ever complain to my Ma

Many a day I spent with my friend
Although he never spoke
I know he did comprehend

Old age has slowed him just a bit
still I see the puppy in his eyes
I must admit

My friend is dead Still he is with me
When I am sitting alone
In my lap, I feel his head

Sir Reginald Guy was his full name
To us he was Reggie
A damn good dog, I do proclaim

4/26/2007

Jim Milks

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