Bruce And Me Ii Poem by Juan Olivarez

This little mutt, you just have to see,
he bolts and he runs, carries on like he's crazy.
Fifteen pounds of pure dynamite,
he does everything, except maybe bite.

He flies through the air, with the greatest of ease,
jumping over bushes, as quick as you please.
Sticking his snout into all kinds of holes,
getting big burrs of cholla all over his nose.

This black and tan demon, running rings around me,
takes infinite pleasure at being set free.
Running through the Mojave, fast as he can,
he won't even take in the lay of the land.

He jumps over boulders, and chases reptiles,
the ones with four legs(, he does have some guile.)
Sometimes he's too much, for an old man like me,
but without him, i just don't know where i'd be.

My miniature pinscher, Bruce is his name,
all things to him, in this world, are a game,
At night by my bed, he dreams endlessly,
of chasing jack-rabbits, while he snores noisely.

5/11/10 29 palms ca.