"Unspoken Understanding"

Sometimes I talk to him
When we are alone
He listens and never complains
The question is whether he understands
And how much of it he retains
One thing I know is my secrets are safe
I tell him about all that I think
He is my friend through it all
As I give him my silent wink
Sometimes we sit on the hillside
Or we might take long naps together
Under a tree or where else it might be
Laying in fields of heather
We might decide to take a ride
In my old pickup truck
Whatever we do is just fine with him
My dog is my charm of good luck

~Moses~
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