Girl’s Best Friend

Four legs, floppy ears
And littered with spots
He may be mute
But he talks a lot
Not in words and sentences
But silence-shattering barks and high pitch yelps
Beckoning my attention
Like a toddler of sort
Sometimes I call him monkey
And maybe even homie
But mostly I call him
My best friend,
The occupant of my shadow

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