Dandy's Flying

Dandy’s Flying

Away in the sky….

Where legends retire and icons dwell….
Lies a memory of mine. 
And it is Dandy the beagle. 
His fur is lathered with an assortment of perfectly coordinated colors.
As if the very hairs from his head were taken from a spectrum itself….
Or copied from a tessellation.
And he always smiled like a human.
Maybe he was happy?  Or maybe that was just Dandy?
Either way, he’s gone now.
And I’ll remember him as a “best” friend.
And a hell of a dog.

Whether it was a good day or a bad….

Or a happy time or a sad….
Dandy didn’t care, he was flying without wings.
High on life he was.
And I’ll remember him as a “best” friend.
And a hell of a dog.

Sometimes he played carelessly.
Sometimes he chased the man.
But everything that he did was wide open.
Like he was flying without wings.
And I’ll remember him for these things, and as a “best” friend.
And for being a hell of a dog. 

Now his wings are with him in unison.
And carelessly he fly’s above the clouds.
Out of this universe, onto new worlds, and beyond.
And I’ll always remember him as a “best” friend.
And a hell of a dog.

R.I.P. Dandy

Robert Alexander Deason          Peace

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