Ode to the Beagle who lived next door,
brown spots, white body, look at him soar.
Pleading brown eyes, on the floor sittin',
can I please have some of what your gittin'.
Waiting patiently at the back door, let me in,
I promise I won't go on the floor!
Oh the beagle, so full of vigor in youth,
he helped his owners cut parenting tooth.
Living for walks, socks, and on the floor dining,
always able to get his way with some soft whining.
Wandering the neighborhood, looking for more,
sitting on my porch, wanting to come in the door.
Little beagle always good for some lovin,'
holdin' and fast belly rubbin'.
Lately he had been a bit slow,
Walking with his head hung low.
The leash tugging energy was not as strong,
he used to walk the leash holder to the next scent along.
The special brown towel-covered lounger,
always inviting a deep snooze for the scrounger.
Yesterday the beagle took his last energetic stroll,
and came home tired from his romp in the snow.
This well-loved canine will be missed by all,
big brown eyes, subtle grin, and howling call.