My Friend.
You
bundle of heaven-made cuddly innocence,
my morning ray of waiting ritual,
that anticipatory gift of looked-for shine
as I open my night weighted eyes,
You
docile bone-loving mistress of patience
have grown yourself into my days.
You
bouquet of sweetest canine-warm greeting,
my favoured scent of available cheeriness,
model of intelligent compatibility
dressing each rising in mutual patting,
You
perfecter of dumb communication
make my aloneness so touchingly grateful.
Tessa my friend
by craft of affectionate silence
your dog-sense adds spicy laughter to life.