day 9, NaPoWriMo..
My pockets all have puppy treats in them
This Winter baby found me this Spring
In the ridiculously cuteness of mask
and black and white fluff
The Romanians had him in Inkster
Cozied up with his litter mates
Deciding which way to wiggle and wag
Racing for the pile of microwaved hotdogs
In who gets in first wins that load of process
With the piddles on the floor wiped fast away
In the flurry of fur in and out of that crate
A tumble of puppies in the unsure of it all.
We call it a litter only now I think it’s a tumble
A Tumble of puppies all over themselves for the
food win. For the attention getters, for the love.
For me to add puppy treats to all my pockets
In the praise, in the training, in the just because
you’re the cutest damn little puppy I have ever seen
and I want all that wagging, bright eyed goodness
all over me as often as possible.
My pockets all have puppy treats in them
The weight of them is slight and I jiggle them
in my fingers as we walk the new walk down
the street in this new to you neighborhood.
Of smells and leaves and Spring greening
Of new sounds and the intense alertness that
you have of the world around you in the trot
and pride of ownership of this street.
We get to know each others ways and in the days
that come there will always be treats of praise and love
jiggling in my fingers in my pockets, as we
jaunt together smelling the good Earth.
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Feeling very grateful..
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 