Rebel

Fearless with spots all black in a white pond

Rebel was rambunctious jumping like a frog

He was just a puppy almost bigger than I

His licking incessant and whimpering so wry

He followed me everywhere out onto the road

A car hit him broadside my first dog was no more

We called him rebel, but obedient he was

I was the rebel, I lost my first dog

It hurt to loose what leading was lost

Onto the street and out of my thoughts

I watch both ways before crossing

Catching from the corner of my eye

Jumping spots of back in a white sky