by David Miles
With little droppings at rest
At every turn, door, and hall,
Your tinny eyes tell me at best,
Of all your gifts that must fall.
And with every return from work,
You welcomed me with trash.
Scattered from wall to wall with a smirk,
Your presence changes so fast.
My cherry wood shinning so bright,
As you entered my house so bold.
You stripped away my varnish in a bite,
Leaving me many stories to be told.
And all your little rivers,
Left dripping at my floor,
Gives caution to be delivered,
And towels to be adored.
Sharing all the walks in the park,
I shall always cherish with me,
Listening to your silent bark,
With every squirrel you did see.
And watching your tummy grow,
As the name Barrel did appear,
To see your eyes begin to glow,
When you knew supper was near.
When you set at the table,
As dinner was served,
Sitting upright and able,
To eat what you disserved.
How you liked those fries,
And ice cream cones to follow.
I could see the joy in your eyes,
With every burger you did swallow.
Playing soccer in the evenings,
Chasing balls across the field,
I never thought of you leaving,
Because my heart you did fill.
Laying at my side in bed,
Stealing both pillow and sheet,
You stay cuddled next to my head,
Pulling the cover from my feet.
Your ball and bones you did find,
And brought them all back to me.
What I would do for one last time,
For a glimpse of you to see.
In my memories you must play,
In open fields you can now run.
Some day there will be a way,
Where you and I will again have fun.