At Our Command
Generous to a fault they are
the two little black imps who are
so attuned to share the adventures
of our day, each day, constantly
ghosting us. Wherever we go
there go they. So solicitous of
our well-being are they that they
kindly allow us to share our bed,
offer their aid in the kitchen as
taste-testers, take on such onerous
chores as guarding the sanctity
of our home from the presence of
those unauthorized to enter, and
willingly accompany us on
forested trail walks. We do so
very much appreciate their
thoughtful support, deigning
to keep patient company with
large creatures whose temperaments
seem at times puzzlingly mercurial
despite which it is in their nature
to overlook all transgressions
on their pride of sovereign identity
as spirited, entitled free agents.
Tuesday, April 12, 2016
Labels:
Poetry
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