Blacky, that’s how my little daughter
Caringly christened Bruno, the stray dog
After months we also met his owner
Who loved much, the four-legged creature
Blacky, at dawn would slip out of our yard
Even when we tied him with the strongest chord
After sun set he will need, never to be told
To keep guard of our unfenced fold
Blacky, had two homes to guard
With two titles, ‘pet’ and ‘stray’, together to hold
Daytime faithful to owner, chasing, always, any burglar
Nighttime compassion to stranger, driving, every evil intruder
Blacky, we needed so much in that garden
Closer to that lake, with no homes firmly planted
Pitched blackness was all, in night, that was seen
With tales of haunting genii that weren’t benevolent
Caringly christened Bruno, the stray dog
After months we also met his owner
Who loved much, the four-legged creature
Blacky, at dawn would slip out of our yard
Even when we tied him with the strongest chord
After sun set he will need, never to be told
To keep guard of our unfenced fold
Blacky, had two homes to guard
With two titles, ‘pet’ and ‘stray’, together to hold
Daytime faithful to owner, chasing, always, any burglar
Nighttime compassion to stranger, driving, every evil intruder
Blacky, we needed so much in that garden
Closer to that lake, with no homes firmly planted
Pitched blackness was all, in night, that was seen
With tales of haunting genii that weren’t benevolent
Henry Victor 17.07.1999
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