Another Poem In Your Hour Of Grief

[Guest KOJAK]

ALL THE DOGS OF MY LIFE

I WOULD LIKE,TO BEGIN WITH,TO SAY THOUGH

PARENTS,HUSBANDS,CHILDREN,LOVERS AND FRIENDS

ARE ALL VERY WELL,THEY ARE NOT DOGS.IN MY DAY AND

TURN HAVING BEEN EACH OF THE ABOVE-EXCEPT THAT

INSTEAD OF HUSBANDS I WAS WIVES- I KNOW WHAT I

AM TALKING ABOUT,AND AM WELLACQUAINTED WITH

THE UPS AND DOWNS,THE DAILY UPS AND DOWNS,THE

SOMETIMES ALMOST HOURLY ONES IN THE THIN-SKINNED,

WHICH SEEM INEVITABLY TO ACCOMPANY HUMAN LOVES.

DOGS ARE FREE FROM THESE FLUCTUATIONS.ONCE THEY

LOVE,THEY LOVE STEADILY,UNCHANGINGLY,UNTIL THEIR

LAST BREATH.

THAT IS HOW I LIKE TO BE LOVED.

THEREFORE,I WILL WRITE OF DOGS.

LOVE MY GERMAN SHEPHERDS

KOJAK :p