We
gotta stick together
We’re
both hard to handle,
Rescues
and fear biters
Sometimes
I feed you turkey
When
your mommy isn’t looking
Because
your default expression makes me so sad
Today
I found you in the back of the closet
Guessing
you’re dealing with some issues
And
your skeletons are full of bullet holes
I
am Jewish and Sicilian
You
are Pug and Beagle
Both
of us are torn between guilt and reciprocity for the common dog or man
Never
fails to bring a smile to my Joker’s mouth when I say hello and you wag your
question mark tail
I
call you my brother because I’ve never felt close to my own brother
We’ve
become family in quite a short time because there’s no time like the present in
this tamped down world of skullduggery and silent alarms
Charles Cicirella
4/30/19 
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