POEM #19- BYGONES

"Varmint"

I'm supposed to watch
four-legged critters
the ones that smell
like warm grass
and say baaaa,
They never pull my hair
although they do occasionally
nip or give me a quick kick
when I annoy them.

This one?
I can't take my eyes
off him for a minute.
He's eating my breakfast kibble
or pulling my hair
or crossing the highway.
And I'm always barking and pulling.
Like a good friend should.

I'm kinda glad
when he puts on
these  boots today.
They slow that varmint down
Just a little.

(C) Carol Wilcox, 2016