Polly by Beth

July 2nd, 2010

My heart overflows at the peek of her nose
Peering over the table at dinner (her little pose)
The tilt of her head, the brush of her tail
When someone mentions cat, squirrel, toy or if in comes the mail
Walks, she loves, she loves, she adores
and if we take her favourite route skipping galore
Her mind may be younger than her body but the begging stays still
Her ears pop down, her eyes grow huge, hard to resist I love her free will

by Beth Robertson