DEAR little bundle of fluff and fun, Of silver and shaded tan, Now looking so solemn and quiet and wise, Peering out thro' the fringe that lies In tangled curls o'er the owlish eyes, That ponder the ways of man. A tiny terror of growls and bark, Teeth in a German set, That once was a slipper warm and fine, Tho' guiltless now of shape or shine; Your foe, dear Vi, was a friend of mine Ere you and I had met. Playing and sleeping or chasing the cats Make up your little day; Yet you in your doggie heart are blest With a virtue rarely by Man possessed, Tho' always claimed and loud professed By friends of finer clay. There is Faith in your eyes, my little friend, Faith—not an empty name; A lesson for me and the world to learn, Faith that will neither fail or turn With the veering crowd, but stedfast burn A calm and lovely flame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWENTY-FOUR HOKKU ON A MODERN THEME by AMY LOWELL DECEPTION PASS; FOR JUDY AND MARK KAWASAKI by KAREN SWENSON THE FIRESIDE by NATHANIEL COTTON AH, BIND MY HANDS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS SONNET TO THE KYNGE by THEODORE AGRIPPA D' AUBIGNE HEAUTONTIMOROUMENOS by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |