A Dog's Day
My pesky greets Each day with trust That it hold joy And games. It must! She trusts she'll have Enough to eat And water cool Perhaps a treat? That laps will hold And fingers stroke And every word Is kindly spoke Some petting would Suit her just fine A tummy rub Would be sublime. A bone to chew Or ball to chase Sure puts a smile On Pesky's face. To busy to Play tug he said Perhaps he'd like A Ball instead! No one will play? She does not weep She snuggles close And goes to sleep. God grant I learn What she has taught To revel in My daily lot.
Copyright 1999 by Linda A. Ives. All rights reserved.
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