Have you seen my puppy?

Have you seen my puppy?
by Dan Ankers

Have you seen my puppy?
His ears are brown and floppy, long.
They flap beside his head, as if to a song
But no one else seems to hear it, except for my little dog
And his special, floppy ears.
Have you seen my puppy, anywhere?

His brown fur is mixed with gold and white.
And I've been looking for him, through the night.
I fear my special pet has gone and run away.
But I will hunt for him, yet another day.

When I awoke,
My gentle hound was nowhere to be found.
So, I walked around the lake and called his name.
By the water, was always his favorite spot to play.
Dashing to-and-fro, beneath the trees. 
I need to find my playmate, gone astray.

My canine always stood guard by the fence.
Wagging his quick tail, it was intense.
And frantically digging his paws in the mud, under the gate.
While waiting to hear my footsteps, down the path.

How much longer will my sadness last?
It's been three full days.
And as I know, my little doggy never strays,
My head is spinning 'round, I'm worried sick!
I fear that something awful’s come of him!

But now look! Here comes the gentle Farmer!
Wearing on his face, his goodness, like an armor!
Who carries beneath his strong, yet gentle grip
Two armfuls of my furry, special friend!

And as he walks in long and even strides,
Away from where he's parked his yellow truck,
I can feel my heartbeat picking up, 
The happiness in my chest keeps rising faster,
As my legs carry me onward toward the master,
Of that neighboring farm, just down the road,
Where it seems my puppy fled, so all alone, 
But now has been returned to me, anew!
And as the smile touches both ears on my face!
I gently squeeze my puppy and I'm sure,
That I will never let my puppy go!
I will keep him closer to me now
My special little friend
Always in tow!

(Some days, the sun seems wonderful
And brightens up the sky.
The breeze touches your skin just so,
And beauty's within all that passes by.
Days like that are worth just living for,
With a melody of precious moments to carry you on.
Remember days like those, 
Like music playing in your ears.
And carry those tunes  
All through your life.
All through your years.)