The “Boys”

We had some land that we loved so
And to it often we all would go

As the doors slid open and we watched them run
Our beautiful boys crossed fields in the sun

Rowdy bumped Duke to follow his lead
Duke didn’t mind he followed, indeed

Flushing out a rabbit, it disappeared into thin air
They then tussled with each other, they hadn’t a care

But Rowdy is now gone and Duke wanders alone
A bit unsure of what to do on his own

And now as the doors slide open again
Duke steps out slowly, minus his friend

It is never the same, it never can be
No, life’s not the same without his Rowdy


~ Melanie M. Moore (Mel)