Bandit Poem by Michael Gelb

Bandit

That first day he took his own room
He doesn’t want anyone in there
Especially to sweep with a broom

From day one he’s been housebroken
He barks at me like crazy
If he were human he would be outspoken

When it comes to rodents he is daring
He’s gotten slower and other losses
One being his hearing

He has lost some of his sight
He won’t go down the stairs
I have to turn on a light

About his nose for him to smell
When I take out food
It’s like I rang a dinner bell

He won’t leave me out of his sight
He follows me around the house
He must be with me day and night

He likes outside in the cold
He dislikes summer
My dog now at 15 years old