the seasons of sparky and me . ^. .^ ^ . . ^ (___/ * • ___} ! ! ! ! /| /| i knew, when sparky and me met, we would be the best of friends. and we found that kind of friendship, the kind that never ends we would play with frisbees and bark at squirrels in trees, chase cats, cars and balls we would bury our bones lick up summer ice cream cones, swim until master calls we would follow the scents whilst playing bloodhound pretend, and find our lost toys we would find relief playing in piles of crisp leaves oh, the autumn joys we would wait for snow There'd be flakes on our noses as winter first fell we would play tug-of-war with a five foot long, wool scarf, happy to the bells we would get messy as muddy, springtime buddies, leaving paw print trails we would eat daisies and annoy the honey bees, #life was spent, wagging our tails we would do all those things year out and year in along with many more memories we would live and have fun in my mind it had become the seasons of sparky and me