Our big, black, faithful dog has died, I found him, lying on his side Splayed on the rug, beside the bed: Our big, black, faithful dog is dead. Never a whimper, never a whine, His coat like midnight, eyes a-shine, A lion’s heart, a fool to bribe, The gentleman of all his tribe. My lover’s friend, and my friend, too, Has gone— as we bid Kohl adieu And many a foolish tear is shed: Our big, black, faithful dog is dead.
Mandalay, Mustique August 10, 2006
Poem Published in the following books: Island of Dreams