Oliver And Penny
Oliver and Penny,
Canine twins of copper fur,
Ornamented coat that in patches peeks through,
The paint of ebony’s zagging stripes
In checkered accord,
The regal dress and explosion of fleece,
Leaving sloppy traces for us to follow
Towards the fate of chewed up slippers
And mangled tuna fish cans,
As the guilty little bandits make a madcap scramble
And whisking getaway
To a sanctuary of bedspread.
Oliver and Penny,
Sniff out invisible prey,
Entranced into motion
Of blood sport allure
And wolf savage game
That ends up
With a ticker tape blast
And frisky display,
Of fang punctured toilet paper confetti,
As the guilty little scrappers,
With accidental humor, slink away,
Paws a comic hop.
Plum tongues,
Snub gun noses
Ivory teeth
Alabaster scissors
Rip-roaring ferity,
These wild eyed imps at play
In the living room bushlands,
The thunder of their tussle
A house cat deterrent,
Sonorous barks
Jailing up the darting tomcat,
In roundabout impasse.
I’ve settled the case,
That dogs are really
Cherubic souls
Dressed up
By God
In shaggy play clothes,
Legs as readied rockets,
Their music
A sonic boom tumble
Mere mischief
And wrestling blur,
Then a brief ceasefire for laps of toilet water.
Oliver and Penny
Through thick and through thin,
Are dutiful comfort,
Wearing love’s skin.
So suffer their bounty of kisses
As but a mountain of gain.
For these dutiful pilgrims,
Lay their drowsy little heads
In the laps of treasured few
And know the kindest of hearts
By scent
And by name.