My puppy is a thief! Good grief! Good grief!
Good grief! Good grief! My puppy is a thief!
I knew about the accidents
And needing to be often fed.
I guessed the rugs might have their rents;
Supposed much work, but no-one said:
“She’ll steal your heart, your heart away!
A lot at first — then, more each day.”
She’s packaged up in fur of brown.
She barks and cries but doesn’t frown.
A treasure trove in every leaf
She’d eat a stone if I’d allow;
An endless store of grief, in brief.
Yet every moment shouts: “Hallow!”
As though each second is a gift
That glides into the next sans rift.
And all the while her Sadie smile
Beguiles my heart and steals my soul
She pulls ahead an endless mile;
Each molecule that’s in her bowl
Will soon become a part of her:
Her boundless spring’s harmonic whirr.
She’s tells me in each panting breath:
“We’re not here long so make the most.
Before that icy wind of death.”
No time regret or silly boast.
Each life is precious and unique
And every life connects to each
The actions of us all should seek
To love, to see and then to reach
The vibrant core of Life’s vast tree;
To see in each — Divinity.