He races from his cage,
thumps down the stairs,
slips across the hardwood floors,
turns the corner to reach his
morning dish.
He leaps upon the sofa,
bounds into my lap,
in search of the attention
he desperately needs.
He waits at the door,
prepares to jump,
unable to wait as
I put my bags down.
He plays with aggression,
growls while gripping his toy,
places one end into your hand
with the hopes that tug-of-war
will commence.
He disappears under the bed
long enough to reenergize,
leaps onto the bed, and
buries himself under the covers.
Each day is a mystery
of how one little creature
can melt my heart
and fill me with such joy.
J.A.B.
thumps down the stairs,
slips across the hardwood floors,
turns the corner to reach his
morning dish.
He leaps upon the sofa,
bounds into my lap,
in search of the attention
he desperately needs.
He waits at the door,
prepares to jump,
unable to wait as
I put my bags down.
He plays with aggression,
growls while gripping his toy,
places one end into your hand
with the hopes that tug-of-war
will commence.
He disappears under the bed
long enough to reenergize,
leaps onto the bed, and
buries himself under the covers.
Each day is a mystery
of how one little creature
can melt my heart
and fill me with such joy.
J.A.B.