Ernie half-wild
He comes to me from some forested area
Feeling like a wolf, half-wild but I know it’s Ernie
Who was with me when the bridge went out
The river flooding the little town, us watching,
He comes to me tonight in the darkened room
Two hours past midnight I suppose though I
Can’t know, as I pull the covers and dream
Arguing with somebody and Ernie comes to me
To give me strength, to say the dream means nothing,
And he’s waiting but is not nostalgic,
He’s alone, ears up, I remember we were so happy
When his puppy ears stood up, he was a Shepherd,
He is dark and beautiful, black with brown spots
On chest and paws, eyes that love me,
Will I really see him again? Even in a dream
It was golden, it was.
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Zeke Sanchez