She's a beauty
Honey gold, like persimmon sunset
Chocolate brown, candy eyes
Heavy and aged she is
Arthritic in her slow lazy gait
An eventuality which creeps
coyly toward all living creatures;
like the unforgiving rush of tidal floods
Nothing can halt its march
soaking the bones
much like contaminated water
drowns a living terrain
Her Master, he's my friend
A pensive and mood stricken man
The bond is unmistakable;
an adoration mutual and comforting
He says she's a guard dog
and a fine one at that,
this golden retriever
But she's more a guardian
of her Master's heart
She mimics his moods
and stands like a sentinel
over his spirited ways
This expression of love
holds a certain splendor
A true testament to a Creator's
wisdom and grace
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