fat moe

your little dog
thought he was
a big dog, his bark
sounded big,
his attitude,
the way he strutted about
the neighborhood,
fearless
and nosy.
he was a small
round tube of flesh
and bones, teeth
and tongue.
a crazy smart
low to the ground
megaphone barking
hound.
he had nine
lives and lived
them all,
shortening your one
by years.