Summerpup

Summer is more to me than a simple season- Summer is my baby, my love Further aged than I, she’s delicate With hair of a powder puff, just slightly off-white The off balance of an untouched cataract fills my heart with sympathy- When she peels her eyelids open to view me Tender ears with a downy peach sheen, Abruptly forewarn of any near future visitors Moist nose nuzzles into my arm with lengthy whiskers smashed- Against the sides of her adoring face Curled tail transforms into straight- When she catches a glimpse of any visitor Precious is she, My baby, My lovely, My Summer.