Friday, 4 March 2011
A small, bewhiskered face peers up
Whene’er I call his name,
E’er seeking to attract my gaze
To join him in a game.
A snowy ball of eager fun,
With silky floppy ears,
And deep brown eyes so full of joy
They have no cause for tears.
For like an animated stump
His tail wags fast and few,
As then he waits for my response,
Impatience showing through.
Yet still it wags, with outline blurred,
As each enormous paw
Plods clumsily across the ground
To tap the closing door.
But soon his small bewildered form
Dismisses daylight’s charm,
And seeks his box with sleepy eyes
To doze in slumber’s calm.
And thus he spends each afternoon,
A tiny ball of white,
Bathed long and deep in Summer’s warmth,
And Heaven’s golden light.