All the joy of life races around the room
A white ball of fur in play grabbing
each moment with the newness of living
Drenched in curiosity
Lewis and Clark, and the famed Columbus
have no hold on this little explorer
Nose to every fleck of discovery
Tasting it like the ingestion will fill him up
Only to have every small thing fingered
out of his mouth before the swallow
It’s all his and he knows it even when it’s not
Stewarding his way to safety in the no matter what
The romp fatigues with a sudden flop
Gathering him in for a cuddle of love
Held to the sweetness of his baby’s breath
As it slows to sweet slumped snores
I take the responsibility on as a gift
Gratitude fills me up in puppy love
Forever changed by the welcomed journey
He’s a Bandit. He stole my love
Tagged: Bandit, be here now, Boo, BREATH, GEEZER GIRL, geezer wisdom, JEANNE ADWANI, JEANNE BEAUCHAMP, POEM FOR THE DAY, Puppy Love, Zorro
