a poem ........

A strange dog who became my friend

One sunny morning when I was a walking
A walking along the street,
There appeared a dog from nowhere
Shabby dog, with all his hair falling,
A funny dog jumping and laughing
Walking sideways, squealing with delight,
I called him foxy because he looked like a fox,

And acted like a fox too
When I said “Foxy boy”
He wagged his tail and jumped into my arms.
And licked me all over.

All the way home.
From that day on he became my friend,
Afar better friend than most friends
But I knew it
Sometimes in his eyes it was shown.