Sailor Paws in Paradise

Sar A scrappy little thing Chasing fireflies and chewing on

strings. But her eyes always wandered, Spark in her soul like she

knew there were places she needed to go. One night by the fire

I heard her sigh. Staring at the stars like they told her to

fly. Now it's paws in the sand, tail in the breeze,

Four legged sail on Caribbean seas. She's barking at the waves, Chasing coconuts down

my runaway hound. In a seaside town she hitched a ride on a

fishing boat. With a wag of her tail and a nose for the coast