Oedipus
My four legged friend,
He wanders around.
Protecting, watching, loving, and playing.
Staring as if he has words to say,
But speaking with actions all the same.
I talk. He listens. He replies.
He’s there during the sorrow and the merry.
Making me content once again.
This is my Oedipus, my protector, my friend, my Collie.
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