Buddy the Gourd!

Another Poem

Bogey is barking.
Bark. Bark. Bark.
In the backyard.
I know his name is Bogey because one day
I was coming home and I heard
my next door neighbor calling,
"Here, Bogey, here Bogey, Bogey, Bogey, Bogey."
She asked me, "Have you seen my dog? He's gotten loose.
He likes to run in your yard."
I said, "What's his name?"
She said, "Bogey."
"Oh. No." I hadn't seen Bogey today.

From upstairs in my attic apartment
I could hear them calling
The mother, "Here Bogey."
Father, "Bogey."
Child, "Bogey, Bogey."
I thought, "Bogey is gone for sure.
He's still just a puppy.
Oh, poor Bogey."

An hour or two passed.
I heard Bogey barking.
Bark. Bark. Bark.
The high tones of a not full grown dog.
"Bogey's back," I thought.
"Hes back."

In the morning I wake up at 6:30.
Walk into the kitchen
to get some food for my cat.
Bogey's barking, he's barking.
I wonder, "Do they ever
bring him inside?"

 
Note: I'm not sure how you spell Bogey.