To Pops

I will stand to look at this place one more time.

Paradise......In it there is no reason, there is no rhyme.

I am searching for me, I wander as a stray.

Pops, I am not running away,

Just searching for a place for a perminent stay.

The snow will cover my bloody paw marks.

Forgive me, I will howl until the wind carries away these mournful barks.

I see the age in your hair and eyes.

I will say this, no more cries, no more lies.

An empty bottle on the ground reminds me of you.

A pat on the head, a soothing tone is what you would always do.

These blue eyes search the ends that bind.

To Pops..............Good-bye.