I shouldn't call you Splotch.
It is mean, and you
Cannot defend yourself
Your name is Spot
Even though my daughter
Calls you "More Than One"
Because you have many
You could be called Spotted
But what confusion that would
Cause when you are spotted
Skulking in the kitchen saying
the "drop it drop it" prayer.
You are my sweet Spot
with a sweet spot on your throat
Where you like to be stroked
Among all the other places
Where I can make you happy
As you make me happy,
All ten pounds of you, a
Lapdog on top of me
All in black and white (fur)
On the couch so swiftly when
I just sat down for a minute
Waiting for caresses or
to play a little game of
Where is your tail?
I call you Spotnik when I
Pick you up in the air and we
Orbit around each other.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
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