I’m Not a Beagle – A Poem by David Ritter

I’m Not a Beagle

Hey, it’s me, Sonny, your loyal hound,
Once lost and lonely, now joyfully found.
From the tough streets where I used to roam,
To a warm, cozy place I now call home.

I need to clear the air, just once and for all,
Sometimes a beagle is what I’m called.
They see my floppy ears and wagging way,
“Is that a beagle?” they always say.

But beagles shuffle with bellies that swing,
Sniffing around every boring old thing,
I’m tall and sleek, built for the chase—
Lean muscle, all grit, setting the pace!

For miles a day, I will trot by your side,
With speed and focus—no belly to hide!
My owner’s the one with the belly, you see—
He’s got the snacks but leaves the running to me!

And let’s not forget my most prized skill,
A nose that’s unmatched, tracking with thrill!
With a sniffer so sharp, I can find any treat,
Even the ones you thought you could eat!

So next time you see me, don’t be misled—
I’m no beagle, get that out of your head!
I’m Sonny, the Walker, loyal and true,
Your forever friend who always loves you!

— David Ritter (9/12/24)