Thoughts to My Familiar

The creature I know is my truest kin
Who humanly sits in the chair with laze
He’s quite cunning and capable of sin
His half-language can attempt to persuade
Between compassion and error I find
Familiar happiness overtaking
Conjuring questions from cobwebs in mind
Is a building concern overthinking
The cynical mind imagines a grave
An attachment leads to sweat and worry
The paranoid fear of a dog’s last days
Age strides in a bitter greying hurry
If to mend us I give time ‘til we sigh
Forever aside for my friend I cry