The mighty hunter in the corner lies <br />A purebred from his father to his mother <br />chasing sunspots and hunting butterflies <br /> <br />His wry smile and wily ways <br />A sneaky thief to be sure <br />He always did amaze <br /> <br />No shoe was safe from his powerful jaw <br />I often walked with my shoes half chewed <br />Boy, did I ever complain to my Ma <br /> <br />Many a day I spent with my friend <br />Although he never spoke <br />I know he did comprehend <br /> <br />Old age has slowed him just a bit <br />still I see the puppy in his eyes <br />I must admit <br /> <br />My friend is dead Still he is with me <br />When I am sitting alone <br />In my lap, I feel his head <br /> <br />Sir Reginald Guy was his full name <br />To us he was Reggie <br />A damn good dog, I do proclaim <br /> <br />4/26/2007<br /><br />Jim Milks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reggie/
