excerpted from Pug, from On Purpose, Poems by Nick Laird
Pug
Bruiser, batface, baby bear
bounce in your moonsuit
of apricot fur with some fluff
in your mouth or a twig or a feather
....you tend to get hiccups.
you squeak when you yawn....
your weapon of choice is the sneeze.
the Buddha would have liked you....
I miss you every day, I catch glimpses of your ghost...
That Rainbow Bridge thing better not be wrong!
I love you.
[The Rainbow Bridge is a fable about pet heaven, how our beloved friends are supposedly waiting for us...I won't post a link because It always makes me cry, prob would you too....]
lizzy
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Lizzy thank you for sharing the poetry, and the lovely pug photo. Is this your baby? From one pug mom perhaps to another! : )
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