Mr. Tux - Poem by Prabha Trimurty
He is a furry, tiny, fuzz ball, a curious dwarf bunny.
Irresistibly delightful of curious pedigree.
I spotted him in a pet shop nibbling on alfalfa hay.
He is such a wacky guy! With a powder puff tail.
Ovals of his eyes are lined with white, with a hypnotizing stare.
In a funny sort of way.
His coat is ash black with a salt and peppered chest.
Truly looks a nobleman wearing his evening best.
His upbeat attitude is a totally comical jest.
A 'lick response' confirmed his remarkable affinity.
I could not resist taking home, this little mischief-maker.
Named him Mr. Tux, my tiny lagomorph companion.
Acting a wee bit shy Mr. Tux was expert feisty faker.
His antics can give an attitude and can be unrelenting.
Tux sits up to be rewarded his yogurt treats.
Jigs and bounces up and down saying 'Did you see that?
Sometimes he dashes under the bed.
Enough to drive me crazy!
All that matters however he is a part of my life.
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