Pitter Patter On My Heart
Pitter-Patter on my Heart
Do not believe that your size in any way
diminishes the depth of my affection for you.
Some may say you are mere eating-pooping machines
but ever since you traipsed into my life a year ago
you’ve been pitter-pattering high and low
weaving circles all around my heart,
and your joyful ‘popcorn’ jumps
bring color to my dreams.
From you I know I couldn’t live apart.
Even your failed escapes from
the kitchen into the lounge where
I in vain try not to lose sight of you
tug at my old forgiving heart.
My duties to you I do not take lightly,
and know, Coco, Phoebe, that you can always
nibble at my paws, just remember to pause before
any mild irritation you should cause. And please
forgive me if on occasion I stare enviously
at bits of carrots and apples for some
reason they won’t let me share;
but fear not, for parsley and
cilantro I do not care.
Now let me clear the air,
whoever thinks that love and friendship
reside in the human heart alone
has never met you and me
my chatty little piggies.
Your loving canine friend,
Sasha
P.S. Please, do no pine for your birthplace in the Andes,
that’s a smoke dream that could only turn you
into some deep-fried or grilled
Peruvian delicacy.
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