I am going to show you my secret side…
The one where I’m not brushed and groomed…
Where I am alive only in my bristles…
My fur as golden as whiskey.
The side where I bark, just for the sound of it…
Where I look at things with a narrow eye…
Wandering through the crowds of black and white…
A giant among pups and men.
Here, the world has many voices…
It can speak with the voice of a king…
Or the tenderness of a mother…
If I want to stop hearing it speak…
I need only render an opinion.
I like everything about this side of me…
Here, time is not my enemy…
There is no “was,” or “will be,” only “is…”
Yep, only you, me and eternity.
I love you,
Annie