My Two Pretty Dogs Poem by Tony Adah

They grew from two puppies
I loved so much
And they knew their names
Sailor and pilot
I am not sure
They knew my own name
But my smiling beauceron
And my bearded collie
Wagged their tails
Howled and touched
My shin with their wet noses
Whenever I was back
Home from Awol.

One day I noticed
Their awesome handsomeness
Beginning to wane
Their mouths dripping with spittle
The usual wet nose dry
Illness left an odious phlegm
On the shadow of my dogs.

They look sick and frail
Unable to wag their tails
Neglegent of a bark
And they succumbed
To the pangs let
Loose of death
And lived no more
In the world
But in my heart.