Summerpup
Summer is more to me than a simple season-
Summer is my baby, my love
Further aged than I, she’s delicate
With hair of a powder puff, just slightly off-white
The off balance of an untouched cataract fills my heart with sympathy-
When she peels her eyelids open to view me
Tender ears with a downy peach sheen,
Abruptly forewarn of any near future visitors
Moist nose nuzzles into my arm with lengthy whiskers smashed-
Against the sides of her adoring face
Curled tail transforms into straight-
When she catches a glimpse of any visitor
Precious is she,
My baby,
My lovely,
My Summer.
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