A Few Tails Down

He’s a hard worker
And I like him for it

Sometimes I’ve seen him
Work even harder, for you & me

In his handicap events
And out to pastures

He loves when you come by
To say hello & pat him

They are his favourite days
He told me so

Your friendliness
On that horizon

Looking out as friends
As lopsiders

As hung out to dry’s
As tails flapping

We zero down, like birds
To the bottom of the garden

Take the seed as offered
Know the cat quite well

Biscuits, a few, journey on
Hope she doesn’t catch you