"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
