Wednesday, August 19, 2015


                    Tucked in beside me now, our little puplet
                    Prompts me to write about her in this couplet.

                    It would not be the first verse she’s inspired;
                    It’s only her warm presence that’s required

                    And a winsome glance over her shoulder
                    To make me tell her what I’ve often told her:

                   That she’s the sweetest doggie in the world,
                   Looking up lovingly from where she’s curled.