Tuesday, September 03, 2002

Ode to the Neighbor Pup

O Rosie! My friend beyond the fence,
I hear the jingle of your tags from a distance.
Such torment! While The Woman types or sleeps,
I am denied your perfect company.
Soon, the shadowy spectre of a monster called Work
Shall separate us even further.
How I long to romp with you, chew upon you!
My yummy, thewy companion, our reunion will be a feast
Of fur and spittle. Yours in endless rambunctiousness, Mariah.