Pupils of blue surrounded by brown

Sparkling back at me when I am down

Shaggy brows above the pools of love

A warmth emitted from look of a dog



A tail wagging so hard to show devotion

The whole package is a familiar lotion

An almost stern look is in those two eyes

But filled with love and loyalty ties ...



A bearing so very regal and so grand

A posture filled with her goodness at hand

Wanting to hug her and hold her close

Yet knowing smothering's not her show



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

1am Friday, June 12th, 1998