Anthology

You’re beautiful. You know it. You feel it.
You flaunt it.

Tossing your head in the front, Shaking your ass in the back When you walk by,
People notice.

You hate to be left out
And play tricks
For the sole purpose of attention Of Love.

How undiscerning you can become
When you wish to be touched,
When you want fingers through your hair, A hand on your rump.

The lengths you’ll go
Just to get their eyes,
Their hands on you.
The way you watch them all walk by . . .

As I watch your silly antics, Your imploring appeals,
I laugh to myself.

I swear,
If you weren’t just a puppy,
I would be a little worried about you.