WINNIE WOOS, THE CALL OF NATURE

I am black furred

But my heart has never erred

In my love for you...

True

Nothing dark in my ventricles

My affection does not trickle

Out, it gushes through my veins

At 10 weeks old you took the reigns

Of my life and guided me in right and wrong

Days are never long

With you because time is immaterial

And nothing ethereal

Just honourable mooching

Smooching

Through everyday

Filled with play, play, play

My name is Winnie Woos

My mum Liz, good news

Always there to accept my looks of empathy

And sympathy

She returns them too...

We have no hue

Or cry

Between us just a semantic culture

As I, Winnie Woos am the call.. of.. nature

PHILIP JEREMY WILSON

Written at The Poetry Factory and The Golden Eagle, Southsea, 10th October 2020.

Liz Beckett asked me to write this and provided the two gorgeous pictures. I have written a few on owners and their dogs so this challenged me to find a fresh view. I hope it works.