Pitter-patter and clatter,
woke me from a dreamful slumber.
I can hear things scatter
which only made me wonder.
The usual drill.
Paws on the door,
look at me go,
waking everyone from their snore.
A few scratches on my chin,
a little bit on my head,
then she heads out walkin’
and I head back to bed.
Maybe a walk at noon,
and make my mark near that pole.
It’s never too soon
when I take these little strolls.
Hisses and meows
underneath cars and on the walls
never failed to bug me somehow,
how they stare and get in brawls.
I scout the trash
and ran for miles.
It might cause a rash,
but I must go past those bikes.
The sky turned purple,
then a little darker.
Now the moon’s smiling real subtle
and the TV’s turned louder.
It’s the waiting game now,
so I’m set by the door.
It’s the best way I know how
to hear that engine roar.
Pair of eyes, and white sneakers
peaked from the gate.
I jumped real high to see her,
no matter how late.
I knew who it was.
I could smell from a mile away.
Other than the chicken in her purse,
Now we play just like always.
I fought the bed.
Sniffed and sneezed.
Some fur might’ve shed
for I had too much glee.
Familiar to my flapping ears
are her mantras.
You’re pretty,
fat baby,
I love you.
On her lap I ended,
for the world’s best belly rubs.
She keeps me close,
and loves me the most.
- JO
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