Every Scrap

Life is fragile
You, my friend, are not so
Such a small creature
You have such a
presence
Such a strong grip
on this life-
Claws scratching
Teeth bared
You will not surrender
your gift
until you've scraped every scrap
off the bone.

The Love Of a Dog

                                                                                                                                                          

Our poodle when we adopted him

We brought him home when he was only three

A nervous, passive, scruffy dog, but he

Accepted us as family without doubt

And taught us all what love is all about.

His big black eyes hold not a bit of guile

I swear that I can even see him smile

And when he wags his fluffy little tail

I know, at least with him, I cannot fail

On his white fur I often lay my head

His head rests on my pillows in my bed

He listens to me when I’m feeling bleak

He knows just what to say; he doesn’t speak

The wonders of the world are large and small

 The love of a good dog can beat them all.

Soni, Christmas 2012

submitted for Poets United, Wonder Wednesday 17, Wonder