Two sleepy miniatures
Cuddling up small.
Heads close together,
Making one ball
Of furry devotion.
Twitchy-nosed dogs.
Tiny pawed dreamers
Sleeping like logs.
One eye now opens
Blinking awake.
Stretches, and yawning,
Begins a re-take
Of morning ritual.
Rolling off sleep,
Waking companion
By taking a leap
And soft-landing on carpet.
Standing alert.
Head aside, watching
Who reaches door first.
Cat-flapping and flying
Through door all in haste
To water the garden.
Sniffing first taste
Of beautiful morning.
Another fine day
To ransack the house
In puppyhood play.
Remembering Yoda and Nellie......
It is a comfort to read such a heartwarming poem. Beautiful, Fay. Furry friends understand unconditional love better than some humans do. God bless them all! Love, SandraX
What a lovely poem to read first thing on a Sunday morning thankyou Fay 10++++ Chris
Puppies exist to steal affection and they do so effortlessly. I love your poem. thank you. Regards Ann
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is delightful Fay. Not only are your subjects to die for (I am a dog fancier, as you may have gathered) but you've written it so well. Lovely traditional feel with impeccable rhythmic structure and some enjambment that works very well to keep the pace bowling along. I really like this. One of your best. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥