Thursday, January 17, 2013


   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.