Day Out

The expression in his eyes was doleful

He gazed longingly at the door

It was time for him to go out

The promised treat he got everyday

But there was frost on the ground

And chill in the air

He was weak and old

Could actually be classified infirm

But his heart was young and spirit playful

He thumped his tail and scratched the door

His beseeching woofs

I could scarce ignore

So I tied his quilted coat around

And both of us stepped out

Marching to the tune of his wagging tail!

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