O, wet pets, never have I yet been so fortunate to get companions such as you.
Unlike my cats, you do not scratch, nor prey on small fowl, nor at midnight yowl.
You may not purr nor warm my knees, but it's for sure you know how to please.
You are quiet as the fog; not so for my dog.
He jumps and will drool, and acts much the fool.
You may not fetch, nor happily greet me, but it's not a stretch to say that you love me.
You are beauty in motion, and freedom in form; your life's but an ocean and mine to death foresworn.
But never will I be alone, long as you are in my home. "
Feb 28, 2005 6:12am
