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Dauphy

Dauphy
Dauphin, my black dog
An animal who's very wise
Twelve years old, the saddest eyes
Unspoken canine dialogue.
In puppy-hood, we'd often jog
With mate, long dead, 'neath sunny skies
Or river swim, three great allies
Then rest beside the old marsh bog.
They say that wisdom comes with age
We mellow as we yet grow old
And folly is a thing of youth.
What can he teach, this canine sage?
I dread the thought of him grown cold
Am I too late to learn his truth?

A favourite nature poem is this sonnet to my black Labrador Dauphin (Dauphy) who died earlier this year, shortly after this was written. It is one of only a small number of serious poems I ‘ve written.

Hobbo

By Hobbo

A contemporary poet with a Yorkshire sense of humour

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