creature of companionship
playful, excited
his tongue hanging loosely from the
corner of his mouth
he is on the floor, the furniture
in the closet, on the bed
his pawprints and fur evidence of his
aimless exploration;
manifest destiny of the puppy

he can fetch and sit and speak
on command, executing each prompt with
grace and ease, provided he’s not
distracted, wagging his tail at the
sight of a shiny plastic ball,
an item that can complete no real task
and whose only merit is novelty

when he’s sleepy he’ll
coil himself in my lap
a small and humble slumber,
his wet nose in my palm

at times i need
a peaceful soul for my troubles
a patient ear for my complaints
and a mind of wisdom for my struggles
but my puppy wants to play
and i can only throw a ball so much

03/30/2010

Posted on 06/12/2010
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