the old dog
barks and barks when you come in.
a stranger.
he can hardly see,
or walk,
but he's on the job.
sniffing at your shoes,
you outward hand,
keeping danger at bay
as best
he can
at this ripe old age.
he was good dog, still is
but
the tooth is long,
and not so
the day.
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