Smitten
Dec 5 2022
The puppy eyes.
The stubby legs and pug nose
and hunger for life.
Hunger, period.
I was tempted.
But there's always something,
it's never a good time.
And we are settled in our ways
the old dog and I;
septuagenarians
who can both be cantankerous
and unreasonably stubborn,
but have learned to live with each other's
bad habits
and prickly dispositions.
Like an old married couple,
who long ago stopped trying
but keep muddling on.
A good home, they said.
Some small children would be best,
a large fenced yard.
Which aren’t quite us.
Nevertheless, we could use a change
need some younger blood.
And what could be a more perfect time
than the coming summer;
when, I promise myself
I'll definitely take the plunge.
Meanwhile
the old girl is twitching in her sleep,
sawing logs
and emitting strangled yelps.
While I'm scrolling pictures
of bright-eyed pups
who are up to no good,
smiling like a goofy kid
as my resistance quickly melts.
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