My Harlequin Clown
This one was written about my harle dane, Dozer
When I feel blue, depressed and down,
I turn to my friend, my harlequin clown
I watch him shove himself, legs and all
Into a chair that's much too small
Until he's still, then lets out a gasp
As if to say, comfy at last.
When I witness this, I think without a doubt
What do I have to be sad about?
And then I think, a year ago
My clown was abandoned, left with no where to go
I took him in, with no intentions of keeping
This clumsy goof with a knack for sleeping
But once I saw the pleasure he gained
from doing things best left unexplained
I realized then that this was no ordinary Rover
My shining light was someone elses leftover.
He has a gift of making my days
A thousand times better in so many ways
He'll never know a life of sadness again
I'll give all my love to my Harlequin friend.
(Copyright 2006 Keri Driggers)
