Poem: For the Love of a Hound

O faithful heart with fur and grace,
You greet the dawn with eager pace,
No sweeter soul have I yet found
Than in the eyes of my old hound.

Your nose knows tales the winds have spun,
Your joy ignites beneath the sun.
You ask for naught but time and space—
To roam, to rest, to share your place.

Your howl, a song of ancient kin,
Stirs something deeper deep within.
It speaks of loyalty unbound—
The kind that only lives in hounds.

Through field and forest, stream and street,
With padded paws and steady beat,
You lead me where I’d never tread,
With ears held high and noble head.

In silence too, you speak with gaze,
A knowing look, a quiet praise.
Your love’s not loud—it does not need
To shout what shows in every deed.

I’ve had companions, friends, and kin,
But none who reached so far within.
Your soul, it hums—a quiet sound—
The music in the heart of hounds.

So when you age and limbs grow slow,
And time begins its final show,
Know this: you were my truest friend—
From blessed start to gentle end.

And should some heaven’s gate be found,
I hope it opens with a hound.
For love like yours comes once, not twice—
A loyal heart, without a price.