The ground was his bed
And his dog was a pillow
To rest his weary head
Sleeping underneath the willow.
The breezes came to cool
The night’s high degree
As rain flowed into a pool
Soaking Miss Polly
The brown pet squirrel
That had befriended Molly
The Labrador with black and pearl
Ears and a half missing tail
Lost in a brawl with two pit bulls.
John held them both as his totem whale;
His spirit guides away from the fools
And masters who could not accept
him - for his last name was Esther.
A name that no one could forget
Any easier than his thick hair of alabaster
Or those deep vacant green eyes
That seem to be staring into the abyss.
There were no more dreams, but he tries
For Molly and Polly are his family and
his bliss
And as his last breath left his soul
Like a bubble floating away
To a place that is told to hold
His name in good blessing today.
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