The Puppy

Old puppy sits and waits patiently

for you to talk or rub an ear.

Perfectly trained

bothering nothing.

Moving with slowness that comes with age,

She suns in the morning light

Totally devoted to you.


New puppy attacks

until you must pay attention.

Dragging out items you wish

not to share with the world.

Running, stopping ,running ,stopping

like a wind up toy.

And in her puppy curiosity

forgets why she even went outside,

Yet still devoted to you.


Both like to hear

your secret thoughts,

Your confessor and only true friend.

Small pink tongues

soothe hurts and worldly wounds,

until you are ready

to face the challenges renewed.


Both fully understand

their purpose in life

is you.


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