Monday, 2 February 2015

My Benji Boo



His eyes are hard
like the solid steel,
filled with love
for his master only.

His soul is pure
not mixed with allies
of manipulation and bitterness,
but only unabridged love

He barks loudly
at anyone standing
near his boundaries
set by his owner only






His fur is mixture
of black and golden,
soft and thick
to protect from bitting cold

He loves attention
and walks outside.
Being chained
makes him whine

He will be first love
of my life.
Staring at his
never ending sleeping positions,
listening to the sound
of his restless walks
around the veranda
set by his master only


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