A Small Friend
What a curious young pup you are,
so bare, so wide eyed.
Is the world the same for you?
You crawl on all fours,
But your paws…So small.
Do they protect you like mine do?
Your eyes, a nice grey
(though all eyes are grey),
they look at me in wonder.
Are you, too, scared of the thunder?
An invisible tail…I’m perplexed—
how do you communicate?
Do you growl when you are vexed?
I suppose we must be friends
from now on.
Though you smell a little funny,
I think will protect you, young one.
You needn’t worry one bit.
