A dog named Byron, lessons learned.
He chased the mailman, barked with glee,
A playful soul, for all to see.
But Wilona's wrath, a fiery storm,
For Byron's tricks, a fearsome form.
"Don't you know," she'd say with frown,
"He's just a dog, keep him down!"
Yet in the midst of fear and strife,
Byron's loyalty, a beacon of life.
He'd wag his tail, a silent plea,
For love and peace, for you and me.
The church bombing, a chilling sight,
Brought fear and sorrow, day and night.
Byron, sensing the heavy air,
Lay at Kenny's feet, with silent care.
Though prejudice and hate did rise,
Byron's love, a warm surprise.
He brought a smile, a furry friend,
A bond that time could never end.
So let us learn from Byron's grace,
To love and hope, in every place.
For even in the darkest hour,
Love can bloom, with healing power.