The Man & His Beast Poem by Catherine Habbie

He stroked its head each day
As it lay in its bed of stone & hay
This was his companion from days of old
Why he is better than sacks of gold

Remember the troubles they had been in
Why, his hair is even starting to thin
Together they sat man & beast
To the eyes twas a pretty feast

The ravages of time their friendship withstood
Each proud of his charming brood
The man at last knew what's best
He knew who had stood up to the test