Dalmatian Autumn

Homer, I fear, is growing old;
my gorgeous blue-eyed boy;
my son's bed pal, my first show dog,
my friend, my pride, my joy!

I watch him in the morning mist
now studying frogs, now prancing-
his famous yearly ritual:
Dalmatian Autumn dancing!

Time will win out, and slow him down,
and I accept that notion.
But until then, I'll watch him dance
his song of spots in motion!
Skipy (the paster not the poet)