He was a traveler
Never stayed long in one place
He camped where he went
Lived on a meager inheritance
And had his best friend Levi
Stand guard in the tent
Giving him unconditional love
When he reached his mid forties
He had an itch to stay put
Find a small piece of land
When Levi could run
And he could put a trailer on
The road had been rough on him
And on Levi too
***
Four years down the road
The authorities knew they both died
At almost the exact same time
Knowing one could not live
Without the other one
Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August (FDDA) #23 – create a character
