Dog Days

 
The Hound is slowing down, she's getting old.
She just can't do the things she used to do,
and though to write those words is sad, they're true.
Her once-upon-a-time hot blood runs cold,
the bounding miles that then so quickly rolled
beneath her flashing canine paws have slowed
to walking speed. She's now in old dog mode,
and crashed out on the settee's what she likes.
No doubt she's dreaming of long doggy hikes,
with miles to go still of her doggy road.

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