A BOY AND HIS DOG

I came across the poem on my Word file, and wrote it so long ago, I’d completely forgotten about it.

A BOY AND HIS DOG
C 2008 Jojo

A little boy and his dog,
Were playing in the woods,
Chasing each other around the bushes,
Without a care in the world.

The boy picked up a stick
And threw it high in the air,
The dog dashed off to retrieve it,
Neither one of them had a care.

Suddenly the boy heard a growling sound
Coming behind him from somewhere,
He turned in fright and was paralyzed
At the sight of a huge angry bear.

With darting eyes he saw she was a sow,
With cubs standing near at one side,
And in that instant, he felt sure,
That his time was up, we was to die.

But his dog, though small and weak,
Had no thought to let it happen,
The boy saw a flashing streak,
As the dog flew past him attacking.

Without fear he flew at the bear,
Biting angrily into her thigh,
The bear swung that little dog high,
Letting go, he flew up in the sky.

As he crashed to earth, she pounced
And the little boy instantly knew
She was killing his brave little dog,
There was nothing he was able to do.

He turned while the bear was distracted,
He ran and jumped over a log.
The cubs had joined her and were sniffing
At the body of that brave little dog.

The boy sobbed his heart out all the way home,
His mother heard his cries and rushed out,
She gently scolded and berated him
For having gone far as he roamed.

“My dog is dead” the boy cried out
In his anguish and his pain,
“The bear has killed him, now I know
I will never see him again.”

His mother took him on her lap,
And lovingly wiped his tears,
“Of course you will see him in Heaven,
He’ll be waiting there for many years.”

“When God created your wee dog,
He told him to look after you,
And make sure no danger came your way,
And be always protective of you.”

“He gave up his life, so he could save yours,
This sacrifice he made tenderly,”
Now that little wee dog that the boy had adored
Is a cherished, with love, memory.