A SEMI-SONNET FOR TEGAN
Our little Tegi tyke is hardly big
Enough to fill a sonnet’s fourteen lines—
This tiny pup will run & romp & zig
Between your legs, eluding all confines
Until she’s pooped and needs the comfort of
A cuddle, scooped and tucked beneath your chin,
For though she’s small, she overflows with love,
And this is how relationships begin.
When older and a little bigger still
She’ll have the stuff a sonnet’s form to fill.