Unpretentious

Unpretentious –
him, or me, we’ll never know
that he could sing the blues
with harmony made me a fan

Benson’s dead;
he died a day ago, I’ll never
hear his bark again – I’m sad
glory be, I’m awfully sad

Today I looked to where
I’d see his cheerful grin
and hear him greeting me;
he wasn’t there

An emptiness that
understates his latent
modesty encompasses
that vital space

I know he’s in a better
place with canine friends
and only dearest family

I miss you Man –
you made a lasting
mark on me...
© 21 March 2010, I. D. Carswell