He truly is a noble beast
Who makes life hell to say the least
A rescue dog, a tiny pup
"He'll be great when he grows up!"
They said his breed was husky dog
To our surprise he is a hog!
40 lbs was the expectation
Passed 80 at our last calculation
His favorite things are squirrels and sticks
And opening doors his cleverest trick
When sirens blare he's to be feared
If burglars come "You're welcome here!"
When he gets hot he loves to swim
Until he's soaked in every limb
He tracks mud all across the floors
And gives his owners extra chores
Despite his sins he is a treasure
Who gives us joy that is beyond measure
I have a family of pain
Living within me
Frances of the Hip
Joseph of the Back
Isaac of the Leg
Frances and Joseph strive and struggle
Against one another without thought or gain
They cut and slash with burning knives
And Isaac shrinks away
With their agony embedded within his fibers
And I sit back and ask the age-old question
Why can’t families just get along?
As love is the path of least resistance.
By Nell Walton