"Adventure in the Garden"
Courage at the start was Scruff
As stubborn as I could bear
At times he looked like a minke muff
And all I could do was stare.
He loved tall foxtail
Caught up in his fur.
And after summer would sail,
Far away, he’d look like a little burr.
I had the swirl and ache
Of baths with him in summer
That afterward we’d shake
And the water flung would take cover
I crave him now and again
When I pass by spots he used to lay
I feel my heart with its mournful strain
Of places he used to always invade.
I know he’s somewhere better.
Having adventures in the Garden.
And some day I will meet my Maker,
And have my own adventures in Heaven
