Ode to my puppy

A sliver of sky, ringing each dark chocolate eye
Infatuation for you, was like eating a pie.

A whole pie, just for me.

Your whimper, your trot,
your puppy face deep in thought (thoughts or puppy constipation, same thing),
your paws, and your nose,
even your weird puppy smell,
had me so head over heels,
for you my heart was a well.

Each moment that passed, was indulgence so sweet
that when I lost you, a few tears did I weep.

And like any binge, fun and pleasure gave way
to realization dressed in burden, slowly increasing in weight
that in my hands I held, your little doggy fate.

Only three-point-five pounds, how can something so cute be so hairy
I’m sorry my puppy, that the responsibility of your life
I failed to carry.

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“these are not my tear drops daughter dear,
but just a sheen of dew that lingers here,
past other fields, where other fathers lie,
who kept their daughters, better far than I.”
— Old Guiseppe’s magic incatation, as read by the Ice King, Adventure Time