“Bullet”
-- by Joseph C. Dorffner, Sr. - Copyright 2000 --
They had named the dog Bullet,
lightning was his speed.
His obedience to every command,
his swiftness there to heed.
When his master called to duty,
he there to tag along.
Sharing with him food and quarters,
sometimes a soldier song.
One day there in battle,
the master was shot and fell.
So quickly to his rescue,
the devotion one could tell.
The master died that very day,
was buried there nearby.
Bullet laid upon the mound,
with tears of hurt his cry.
For now was gone his master,
taken before his time.
Bullet to live out his years,
his story here in rhyme.