Blue Butterfly

     The Seeing-eye Dog

Early one morning...
I'm sitting with my buddy at a window table at our local coffee shop.
The large window, for me, acts for me as a theatric stage...
with the many passing people making their entrances and exits.

My buddy is partially blind and on occassion I read out loud...
the interesting newspaper articles to him.
The majority of the time I'm putting pen to paper.

Outside the entrance door...
obediently waiting, sits my friend's seeing-eye dog, Barnie.
Barnie, takes pats from the occasional passer by.

Sometimes someone will untie and atempt to steal him. 

Blue ButterflyWhen an ambulance speeds on by, sirens a blaring,
Barnie begins to howl!

Upon being approached by a female dog, he likes to sniff and sniff.
Non-discrimanating he is too, a real ladies dog.
If I were to conduct myself like Barnie, I'd be in big trouble.
By just sitting in a coffee shop we can sure learn a lot about life.
Blue Butterfly

                 Timothy E. Stevenson  July 13, 2003  ©  www.Upoet.com

 

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